Whelp. You cracked it. Now we're gonna have to move the whole d*** forbidden city.

White Maple Lane – Field Day: 7. The Sloanes, 4 Text Conversations

Did you get the blood?

Which blood?

The ox- for the solstice?

Oh- no, Frank was out.

Should I drop by?

Is Carol still there?

Sort of. Ur right, she’s great.

Don’t worry. I’ll pick up.

Love you.

Love you.


Carol gone.

Got the ox. Also, they had the good black candles.

Excellent!

Good price, too.

Frank’s the best.

Vera this time!

Vera!?!

IKR?!?!

No way.

Barely kept my mask on.

I bet.

Coming home?

OMW.

Love you.

Love you.


Bag of cats. LOL

You?

I dunno…

Michael Gabriel…

; > )

It wasn’t you.

Whooooo knooowsss….

Idiot.

Love you.

Love you.


Field day?

Yesyesyesyes

Lucifer’s ears.

Please?

We can chalk a pentagram on Vern’s mother’s stone.

You’re evil.

You like it.

I do.

Please?

Fine. No sex this time.

No promises.

The Tudeschi kids saw us, I swear.

Do them good, those parents.

You’re evil.

You like it.

I do. Love you.

Love you.



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