UNIVERSAL IC CONTACT

[failedparenting]

[There's no personalized message, just a robot lady voice telling you to leave a message for a John Winchester at the tone.]

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[momchester]

Yeah?

[She casually leans against a table, the surface small enough that her shoulders are within six inches of the wall when her ass is only just touching it. Her smile is nonchalant.]

Why? You planning on being gone all afternoon?

[failedparenting]

Well, yeah. A little late lunch and hooky never killed anyone.