BRADLEY, YOU'RE DIVORCED BTW

[malewife]

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[battling]

I don't have magic right now.

[He continues holding onto the lamp. These ghosts are so rude.]

Gotta deal with 'em like normal.

[malewife]

... Did you fill your flask with salt?

[ Like... Bucky. He's judging if you do. ]

[battling]

No.

That doesn't work anyway.

[malewife]

Then what.

[ WHAT DO THEY HAVE ]

[battling]

Just- hold onto shit.

[That's it.]