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Peyt Sawyer here with Wart 50. Yeah, 50. 1 in 50 people get breast cancer before the age of 50. Okay, I know it's a total downer to start with, but let's face it: It's the truth. And that goes up to 1 in 10 people in a lifetime. It's horrible, isn't it? Well, it doesn't have to be! Seriously, it doesn't. My birthmom, Ellie, had breast cancer and before she died we got together a CD called 'Friends With Benefit' to raise money for Cancer Research. It was a tough job to get all the bands to agree, but in the end it was worth it. And she died happy, knowing that, together, we had made a difference.


So that was WART 50, brought to you by Peyton Sawyer and Friends with Benefit. 

Floo in and tell me what you think; or to make your own requests; or to just talk. 
And remember: Every song ends. Is that any reason not to enjoy the music?

Hey Mel! Just as I promised, and a little something extra for good measure

Peyton. 

The owl is carrying a leather jacket and a Ramones T-shirt. Everyone needs a band tee.

Hey Chick! 

İ've super missed you and your... Brookeness. İ hope you've brought some alcohol and no sexy tops. Owl me back so we can meet up. İ hear you'll be runnıng havok in my house then. Be nice to Peter if you see him before İ do. This ones nice, İ promıse; don't go ruining it for me. 

Love your Peyton

p.s. And remember, Hoes before Bros!

After a few long hours in the library, Peyton and Peter decided to move to a more comfortable location.  Peyton was intrigued by the idea of world peace, in fact, she wanted to help. Not only would it be a way of distracting her from her awful situation, but she genuinely wanted to help. It was creating peace, through anarchy, she thought. She sat down in a couch but not before fixing herself up a coffee. 'Do you want one?' she asked. She poured herself one, but her hand could not control it, and the cup spilt. 'Aw crap' she mumbled, but carefully cleaned it up and poured another one.

Peyton was in the library. She had her sketchbook and quill out; drawing seemed to be the only way to distract her. She drew several quick sketches, amused that her people came to life on her page once she had finished a picture. However, this was only the focus of attention for just under half an hour, she just didn't feel up to it. She decided to look around at the books, to see if she could catch up on some studying; get ahead on studying, since she hadn't yet started any classes. She returned to a chair, with a pile of books in hand. She didn't open a single one, though. She couldn't concentrate. She played with her hands, wondering if it was as obvious to others just how agitated she was. She felt sick and was sure it must be visible that she was shaking. Her back ached and so did her neck. 'I haven't slept in days,' she thought, 'That's why I feel like this... just lack of sleep.' She thought it was loneliness keeping her awake, at least she told herself it was. She looked around the library, hoping for someone to talk to her. She didn't want them to know the truth though, not unless they could help her. 'My god do I need a blow!' she whispered to herself, finally admitting the truth. It had been a a few days, maybe even a week, since the last time. She wanted to quit, well, she thought she did, she just didn't know how to go about it.