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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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[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah, we can't always choose when sorrow comes calling. We all live in debt to woe and it collects on its own schedule, but...even if I can't promise to teach you peace, I'll be here learning it alongside you as long as you'll have me."

Erin yawns and winces; that was her jaw popping. "Think I might be tapping out, little bird. You gonna sleep more?"

[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.