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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[decrypter]

"...Yeah. In a little bit."

In the meantime, she wants to lie here, letting the idea of a peaceful life sink in, until it lulls her to sleep. In the daylight, she'll ask Erin what one does for a belated birthday, and probably fall to laughing all over again the moment she hears something that sounds like a trumpet.

It'll be a good day.