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[thedreamisdead]

[There's no getting around it. It's an essay. About the dangers of sugar abuse on your health, linked to several medical articles. In it, she links the abuse of sugar to depression, diabetes, dopamine imbalances, fueling cancer cells and making tumors more aggressive, impotence, increased risk of heart attacks and heart disease, increased inflammation leading to joint pain and arthritis, increased risk of strokes, kidney failure, and rotting teeth.

Included in her essay is a list of signs of sugar abuse, including false teeth, rotten teeth, pupil dilation, jitteriness, mid-afternoon 'crashes', and other symptoms.

She wraps up with a plea for people to seek help and rehabilitation for their addictions and avoid anyone who might try to push such addictive substances on them.]

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[walkingballpit]

Are you asking? It’s not like I put a tracker on him, but I could probably make some guesses. They’re going to be the same as yours though. You’ve known him for a year. You know where he hangs out.

If I’m right, and he goes off somewhere to kick stones, he’s probably on the Habitat Deck. There’s a lot of New York there: Central Park, a bit of the warehouse district that includes our old HQ. Now Coney Island's there. Very scenic for moping. It’s almost sitting on the rooftop at night.

[ The humor doesn’t reach his face, and Robbie shakes his head. ]

But, if you’re not lying, he is. And he’s lying just to stir shit up and make you look bad, or hurt Vance, or, I don’t know, gaslight me, and that’s not the Rich I know so my guesses are probably wrong. It’s not anybody I want to know either, so… I don’t know if I’m joining the search posse.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif exhales heavily. This isn't what he wants, but he doesn't know what that is anyway. For now, though, the discussion seems to be over. ]

I'm gonna find out what's going on. I'll tell you when I do.

[ And if that means cornering Rich and having a fucking awful conversation, so be it. ]