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"OH EM GEE," Angela groaned, making a "please give me intestinal fortitude" face. "Oh, no!" Sheree responded. "Did you get a pic?" "WHY?!? Why do they DO that?!? No one asks for those!" Marta added, turning away from the phone that displayed an image Angela was trying to share. "BEHOLD!" she said, with the face still in place. "If I have to suffer, YOU TWO have to suffer!" "I gave up suffering for every day that isn't Lent," Marta exclaimed, putting her hand to her heart and turning even farther away, while Sheree got right up in that business without delay. "Kind of huge," she said. "Kind of grossly impressive." They broke into peals of laughter and Angela shook her head to clear it. "I'm not even going to respond," she said, looking out of the restaurant windows at the dark, churning water throwing itself against Innsmouth. "What do you even say when one of the Elder Gods sends you an unsolicited photo of a tentacle? I mean ... what in the actual ..." Again, they laughed, watching the grasping deep claw at the beach (and its combers) with a rough, grey hand.