0330, 48 hours after extract. I wake up lying on Jack’s chest - I can’t fucking sleep on my back and I know we said the couch, but come on, he’s warm. And actually kinda cuddly when it’s just the two of us, but he’d choke the motherfucker who called him out on it. So would I. It’s our fucking business where we sleep, and our fucking right in a free fucking country to go around to each other’s apartments and get pizza and ice cream and snuggle in bed watching some dumb animal show….
“Fuck. FUCK.”
“What?”
“I sent it. I fucking hit send. I’m pretty fucking sure I fucking hit send.”
“Instead of save?”
“Jack, what do I do? Fuck you, stop laughing! Help me. I’m fucked. I am SO fucked….”
Fill: Make Your Puppet Dance - Epilogue
“Fuck. FUCK.”
“What?”
“I sent it. I fucking hit send. I’m pretty fucking sure I fucking hit send.”
“Instead of save?”
“Jack, what do I do? Fuck you, stop laughing! Help me. I’m fucked. I am SO fucked….”