Hey, Vas. Have you heard anything from Trevor? He missed our date this morning and he's not picking up his phone.
Alright, you both are starting to worry me now. Can you please send me a text or call me? This isn't like you two and I just want to make sure you're okay.
Now I'm really starting to stress here. It's been hours and all I'm getting is white noise. If this is some kind of sick joke, fuck the pair of you.
You're not picking up your phone. You're not returning my messages. And apparently you're not at home either. You realize your dog's in a state of stress too, right? Please just fucking get back to me already.
I swear if I find you dead in a ditch somewhere I will personally find a way to bring you back to life so I can strangle you with my own bare hands!
I miss you. Please come home.
Loki's doing well. He's actually a lot cuter than I ever gave him credit for. I think we're falling in love. But we still want you to come home, please. Or just call me... just fucking call me
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It's Friday night and I'm here surrounded by a bunch of dogs. It's almost sweet. You'd laugh about it if you saw me now. But I'm worried about you, my friend. You and Trevor need to come back to me soon, okay? I love you.
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