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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]

"Yes. You'll have to tell me who won, who lost...I'll tell you about the horses, and the people I've gotten more acquainted with."

"...your coffee's going to go cold, though."

[crushed_pearls]

"It'll go cold regardless, it's for later." Erin gives Helena a soft squeeze and lets go, though, stepping back out of her personal space. "...Enjoy Christmas, Helena."