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crushed_pearls) wrote2022-09-16 02:28 pm
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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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"Can...you please grab some toilet paper from the bathroom for me?"
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You know, to blow its nose, which it does quite cacophonously here in demonstration, before grabbing for its tea again.
"Um...thanks."
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"...Who was she, to you?"
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Maybe. It shakes its head. "We died on the same day of the battle royale. And woke up together. And...didn't talk about it, not much. It was hard. I don't think she'd ever died before. I had, but this was a different one. I adjusted my settings to generate heat, for her. Something warm. I thought it would help, and it did."
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