[Penelope's next response comes after several minutes. As she takes a moment to really look at the responder. She had actually sent those messages but...]
Oh. God. Dammit. I was trying to send this to Aria.
I'm sorry, Noah. I'm not feeling unsafe, just anxious. I just don't deal well with being alone anymore.
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Oh. God. Dammit. I was trying to send this to Aria.
I'm sorry, Noah. I'm not feeling unsafe, just anxious. I just don't deal well with being alone anymore.