status: delivered. 1:10 am
( sms : sherl ) n ow you’re just making fu nof me
( sms : sherl ) don’t tell dad
( sms : sherl ) everyone’s gone ??? i think? i don’t know.
( sms : sherl ) they left me alone and the dragon’s gonna fucking eat
me.
status (delievered) 1:11am
(sms: molly pop. ): Nooo, I would never do that.
(sms: molly pop. ): To either.
(sms: molly pop. ): Molly Hooper, you sent me a
picture of the sky. The dragon
is not going to eat you.
(sms: molly pop. ): Worse case scenario: George
disowns his high-as-a kite
daughter.