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Unfortunately all that is left of the posts are ash in Borgate's firepit.

*Walking through the Hempty, Uhuru picks up all the trash off the tables and tosses it into the fire outside.*

Honestly, people are going to follow this lunatic? Can't even sign his accusatory and inflammatory garbage. Sorry about all of this Borgate!

*Earlier in the day Jefferson could be seen sipping a glass of red and reading the note*

"Hrm... Interesting read, indeed."

*On finishing his drink, he lowered the empty glass from his chapped lips and headed for the door. Murmuring to himself about returning regularly from now on.*