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Havoc. You can any of my of my personal affects except one. There are some blank notebooks you might like, feel free to throw out the ones I wrote in. You may enjoy some of the records.
The guitar wasn't mine to begin with, but the person I borrowed it from is gone. Gren, I want you to have it. Hold onto it in case Klavier Gavin ever needs it back.
To everyone else who has ever bothered to waste their time with me, thank you.
[ooc: This has been a few months coming, but I needed to face the fact that I can't do any more for Lin. I'm letting him go home - wherever that may end up being for him after death. It's been amazing writing with everyone, so thank you from me, too.]
