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[privateinvestigations]

TO: Lorenzo, Lewis, Angela, Emily, Jude, Reecy, Billy and Ajay:

I know there's a lot of shit going on, but Linc and I are getting married. He wants to do it in London, and he wants his closest family there for it. So, if you can set stuff aside for a few days to come, it'd be awesome. If you can't, then we're gonna still do it anyway.

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[nothingelsematters]

Well, shit. When are you planning for?

[privateinvestigations]

Nothing's set. We'll try to figure it out around anyone who wants to come. It's taking a fucking lot to get here. I want him to have the choice where.

[nothingelsematters]

Okay. So, what, we shoot for the weekend or something? You know we wouldn't miss it, bud. We'll be there.

[privateinvestigations]

Linc'll be happy. He was hoping for Holly to be the flower chick. Lew gonna be okay being back in London, all things considered?

[nothingelsematters]

Flower chick, huh? Lew will be fine. He loved London. He just happened to have gotten sick when he was there. Can I throw something out there? Y'all can tell me to fuck off it you want, but... Linc and Em ever thought about a double wedding? Like, maybe she and Ange could get hitched before the chemo and all that shit.

[privateinvestigations]

Yeah, she'll be cute. He wants the whole wedding shit on some level. Dude, I don't fucking know anything of a single fucking wedding, let alone double. I dunno. He and Em ain't been real close lately. He doesn't feel close her, so I dunno. Guess there's bridges needing built there. Didn't ever really wanna stick my nose in on their twin thing. Tried to do it with Jude and Reecy, barely heard from Jude again, so I leave folks' relationships to 'emselves.

[nothingelsematters]

Hope he ain't got a dress preference, because she won't sit still for fittings. It's complicated, I get it. And it's okay if you don't wanna stick your nose in. Just a thought. I think you're right, they gotta build bridges. But I think if ever there's a time for that, it's now. Life's precious. We only get one.

[privateinvestigations]

Hey, I'm staying out of the fucking plans. I got no clue. Yeah, you fucking got that right. This year's been fucking atrocious. I just want him happy, dude. For some fucking reason, he thinks I can give that to him.

[nothingelsematters]

You can count Lew, Hols and me in. I'll start looking at flights. How's Linc doing? I know he left abruptly. How you doing? Yeah, I think he's just nuts TBH :P

[privateinvestigations]

Thanks, Renz. Will you be my Best Man? You're the only one I want for the job. He's doing better now. Sleeping, though. Still tires out real fucking easy. I'm good. Had a shitting fucking migraine when I realised he was pissing off. Shit with Noah was outta the blue, I was trying to help Euan. Yeah, yeah, bitch. He probably is.

[nothingelsematters]

Of course I will. You drive me nuts sometimes, but I'd be honoured. You getting some sleep too, or are you stewing shit over too much? Just take some time out with him. Shit'll fall whatever way it does. It's important to sometimes think about only each other for awhile. No change with Noah. Ran into Euan at the hospital this morning when I took Hols for her shots.

[privateinvestigations]

Cool. Promise I won't get cold feet. Been stewing, I guess. Letting him sleep. Maybe you're right. I could go crash with him. It's just hard to step back and not be on guard all the fucking time, you know? Didn't expect the kid to live, to be fucking honest.

[nothingelsematters]

I know you won't. You've already been a dumbfuck about getting married and divorced. I know you want to get it right this time. Go snuggle with your ex-husband, dude. Just chill the fuck out for once. You're allowed to. If he doesn't make it, Euan will let you know.

[privateinvestigations]

Yeah, well, my lover was nearly fucking murdered in front of me. Kind of makes a fucker's brain go haywire. I ain't saying I'm proud of some of the shit I've pulled. Just trying to do the right fucking thing. Chilling the fuck out used to mean hitting up an orgy or a strip joint.

[emilywhereverimayfindher]

Like you bitches could have a real wedding and have me not be there. I'll make sure with Tara that I'm cleared to fly, and I'm there.

[privateinvestigations]

Renz asked whether we should have a fucking double wedding.

[emilywhereverimayfindher]

Yeah? How do you feel about that?

[privateinvestigations]

How I feel ain't the priority.

[emilywhereverimayfindher]

I want to talk to Linc about it before we'd agree to anything like that.

[privateinvestigations]

By carrier pigeon?

[emilywhereverimayfindher]

Face to face. We're coming to England anyway. We can sit and talk there.

[privateinvestigations]

You've got your work cut out for you. I already run that fucking gauntlet.

[emilywhereverimayfindher]

He may be a stubborn bitch, but it's worth the gauntlet-running.

[privateinvestigations]

I know I deserved it. I was being a fucking prick without meaning to. Reverting back to my cuntness. I found Noah OD'ed and I freaked the fuck out. Linc copped it.

[emilywhereverimayfindher]

He's not the sort to put up with BS... which always makes for some entertainment at the very least.

[privateinvestigations]

Didn't find this very fucking entertaining. I had to try to get on a fucking first class flight to London at the last minute with a fucking migraine.

[radioactivesadness]

We'll be there. Billy's already looking at flights. He's never been overseas.

[privateinvestigations]

Good. Glad you two can come. You gonna drag him around all the tourist shit?

[radioactivesadness]

I think he might be the one dragging me. In saying that, I love London. Been a few times with Dad when he toured when I was young.

[starttomakeitbetter]

I'm in, dude.

[privateinvestigations]

Whoa, who the fuck are you?

[starttomakeitbetter]

My name is Jude, but you can call me Shit Head if you want to... I know you will whether I give you permission or not.

[privateinvestigations]

I could recite the fucking Gettysburg Address out of my ass with fart acoustics and you'd probably still stop replying 'cause you ain't fucking liking what I'm saying. Reecy's coming.

[starttomakeitbetter]

Dude, if you could do that, I'd be duly impressed. Why wouldn't she come? She's family, too, right?

[privateinvestigations]

Yeah, she is. Ain't fucking sure about you, though.

[starttomakeitbetter]

I ain't really been me lately, dude. But I'm gonna be there for your wedding.

[privateinvestigations]

How'd you feel is she brought a date?

[starttomakeitbetter]

Ain't really about how I feel, is it? It's about you and Linc's wedding.

[privateinvestigations]

Is this the part where you piss off from the conversation because you don't like what you're hearing and no one fucking hears from you for another 3 months?

[headingforsomething]

Oh wow. I'd love to, gorgeous. Let's do it. Just give me a date and I'll be there.

[privateinvestigations]

Sure, love? I know you're on a tight schedule. Linc's wanting sooner rather than later.