I called Scarlett a few minutes ago, and she supports my choice to let our parents know. I don’t know how she would have dealt with this if I hadn’t come to this decision myself. As far as I’m concerned, she’s their favorite, but would they have held a grudge against her for not telling them it was my End Day? We’ll never have to find out, I suppose. I’m upstairs in the brownstone’s living room, next to the internet modem so I’ll have a stronger signal for the Skype call with Scarlett and our parents. Orion props his laptop on top of this corner desk, its cord plugged into an outlet because
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