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Days, no weeks, has passed since Marijuana had last heard from Bakana. She stopped her killings, bringing joy to the victimized community. But at what cost, Marijuana hasn't left her house since.. Bakana. She was so sure that maybe one day, she'd respond back, surely she was just playing a mere prank on her because of the assaults Marijuana had cause her. Nothing, not even a missing person alert had been set off for Bakana either ever since she ran away from the hospital. Almost as if Marijuana was the only one who had remembered her past existence.

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pure bliss, joy, freedom. Bakana was finally free from her memories her experiences, Marijuana. Not even going by Bakana, now known as Nebby Webby. (srry xen for stealing ur tm i ran out of names) Not a single problem has passed by Nebby Webby, maybe a few, but they were never as terrible as the ones she used to have when she was back together with Marijuana, who even cares about her right. Forgotten.

Marijuana

Huh. Name sounds familiar. If only Nebby Webby could pin point where she had heard that name before besides those posters searching for her. We'll its not like she has any ties with a missing girl right. No. That doesn't sound right.

Oh.

OH MY GOD.

Memories of Marijuana flood through her head, only Marijuana. Their relationship, their ups and downs, their fights, their stargazing. Everything.

Tears. Only loud sobs could be heard through Nebby Webby's apartment. She remembers everything except for everything after the day she was revived. Before she was killed, just pure Marijuana fills her mind. She runs through her contacts, unblocks, and immediately hits the call button.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Voicemail.

What. You have got to be kidding me. Of course Marijuana is distraught and desperate for Bakana, right. Please. No answers, no matter how many tries Nebby Webby goes through just for Marijuana to pick up. She needed her, her voice, her reassurance, her answers, her warmth, everything. She just needed Marijuana.

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Revenge. Utter revenge runs through her head. Weeks. All those weeks for a mere call. Not even a Visit. What type of joke does Bakana think Marijuana is. She gave up her career, her pride and joy, for a call. She could've of course picked up, but maybe she was right in the first place. Bakana meant nothing to her, she was just for fun. Those feelings may have been genuine but she can never get back what she had loss over her stupid actions. Marijuana's actions. She falls to the floor in sobs. Its all her fault if only she didn't have those stupid feelings those homicidal tendencies. Violence is her only way to respond to things, maybe thats why she was so angry for those calls. Maybe there is a way to save their relationship (no there isnt plz this storys literaly in shambles.)

Haha.

Why couldn't she have thought of that before. Marijuana tracks down Bakana (iphones suck booty) perfect. That's all she needed.

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Everytime. Voicemail. Is that all Bakana realy meant to her. It's fine, she was the one who led Marijuana on anyways. She could get over this just like she did all those weeks. Her fault. No. That one goddess.

That

Goddess.