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[patrioticspells]

This isn't New York, and my mama isn't here. I'm not sure how I got here, but I'd really, really like to go back home. Please.

Mama needs me. She's sick and I can't leave her alone. If anyone can tell me how I can get back to Brooklin Brooklyn I would be very thankful.



[ooc note: this is a bit forward dated to the evening of the first day buuut i am forever impatient! Steve is now six years old, and replies will also be coming from tiniestcaptain]

Comments

[candycrabapple]

[Here, have some REALLY bad hand writing with nothing really resembling spelling. Letters aren't even facing the right way in places.]

I don no wer my mum is two wer is ur hoom!

[It's meant to be a question mark, but he didn't make it curl.]

[kantstoppfantstopp]

I need to go to Berlin. We can together an airplane find.

_{[Hold on.]}

I mean we can go find an airplane!

[arrogantalloy]

My dad has a plane. Or, he could even send her a doctor. He's probably in New York now, it would be easy.

[brothor]

You have always been here, Steve.

[Inkblots.] Are you alright?