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FA: Ask her to go for a walk with you so we can plant the camera

DM: ??

3–28 9:42 p.m.

JH: It’s ready, I won’t have my phone until this is over.

JH: Don’t fuck up.

JH: Please be careful.

3–29 12:44 a.m.

DM: Holy shit. ????????????

DM: Jena, you did it!

3–29 1:52 a.m.

FA: Jena, what the fuck. Are you okay?

FA: We just drove past the accident. The Subaru looks like a wad of red aluminum foil. Where the hell are you?

3–29 7:52 a.m.

FA: Her mom called

DM: Is she okay?

FA: She’s alive

FA: I can’t see her until she’s stable

DM: Did you watch the whole video?

FA: Yeah. let’s just say it’s a good thing Brooke’s going to jail and leave it at that

3–30 9:33 a.m.

JH: Mom got me a new phone. Took me a half hour to remember my password for this stupid chat room.

3–30 9:40 a.m.

DM: Jesus, Jena. Are you okay?

JH: Just some bumps and bruises.

FA: ??

FA: ??

FA: Your mom ratted you out you liar. you broke fiveribs, all the bones in your right hand. They had to reinflate one of your lungs. You had two fucking surgeries!!

JH: Yeah but the second surgery was just to set my hand, so that’s pretty much two injuries in one.

FA: ??

JH: Yeah exactly. ?? Explain yourselves immediately. What the fuck happened in that Bronco?? Are you two out of your minds??

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