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Idiot. I type out the following message onto the board: “Dear ‘Rick’: This is Sarah Killian. Chuck, Jared, and Gale are all dead. Consider them a down payment for the price on your head for killing my mother. I’m coming for you, Jizzwad. XOXO, Sick.” While it certainly would be nice to hold onto Chuck’s phone as a means of communicating with the Marching Tides, I have no doubt they would be able to use it to track us so I throw it against the wall of the warehouse with a satisfying shatter.