Jazz pickes up a paper that states the following:
[Dear Sisiter,
By the time you read this, I’ll be dead. This is how i think its going to happen. Tucker will shoot me, then I’ll shoot Tucker. Then Sam will enter and get shot by Tucker. Then you will come in and get shot by Sam, Tucker, and I multiple times.
Love,
your brother, Danny
P.S. Then our parents will read this letter and shoot each other]
Jazz get out of there! MMMM WHATCHA SAY is playing in the background! Oh no, shes tired of this bullshit and can’t hear me!
Let us conclude this tale with the final paragraph of the notebook pages that Ushiromiya Maria left behind...
By the time you read this, I will probably be dead. Although there may or may not be a corpse. You who have read this, here's what I think will happen:
Natsuhi will shoot me, then I'll shoot her, then George will enter and get shot by Natsuhi, then Jessica will walk in and get shot by George, then Battler comes and gets shot by George, Natsuhi, Jessica and me multiple times
Ushiromiya Maria
PS: then Ange and a bunch of her aunt's goons will read this letter and shoot each other.
Dear Katya: By the time you read this, I’ll be dead. This is how I think it’s gonna happen: Andrey will shoot me, then I’ll shoot Andrey, then Ice Pick Joe will enter and get shot by Andrey. Then, you’ll come in and get shot by Ice Pick Joe, Andrey, and I multiple times (well, stabbed in the case of Ice Pick Joe). Love: your husband, Goncharov. P.S.: Then two Italian mobsters will read this letter and shoot each other.
Once every year or so, Tanya had to move. She didn’t usually bring much more with her than what she could keep in her backpack, since every new school she went to had a decent lost-and-found that could serve as her personal thrift shop. But this year, Tanya wasn’t moving to another school’s locker room. She was moving into... the Hauntley Inn?
Sort of moving in. She didn’t actually live there. Tanya was making the distinction very clearly in her mind, because it mattered to her. But she had to get her clothes and stuff out of the locker room at Swynlake Secondary and over to the drawer that Snow was letting her use, so that was what she was doing with her Saturday, carrying an armful of clothes out of the school that she had snuck into (thanks, custodial staff!) along with her backpack, when she ran right smack into Zero.
All her stuff crashed to the ground, and her backpack fell open. “Watch where you’re going, jeez!” Tanya exclaimed, crouching to start picking them up. “And no, we are not talking about that stupid dream.”
our souls were bound at birth. even as I carry you and your memory lovingly, I know I will not feel whole until I see you again. without you, I’m somebody else. the internal dissonance, infinite.
"I know you do not care much for birthdays, but I hope you will allow us to give your Pokémon some love as well.
- Kaede, Ayame, and Charles."
This is more than kind of the three of you. I may not generally like birthdays but I am more than happy to know that you care enough to do something like this for me. You're the closest to real family I have had in quite some time, and I appreciate you. Thank you.