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Do you pick up the phone

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It wasn’t cold. Not at the end. He held my hand. The little spaces in between us

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there's no more heroes here.

[garbled]

can they supposed if they aren't around?

“I’m not meant to leave here, I’m pretty sure at least.” Laughing, her voice overlaid with crackling static and the echo from the basement. Somedays it won’t repeat her correctly. When the crickets and beetles start to roam through cracks in the plaster.

“It’s cold in here. I gave him my coat. My jewelry too. I hope they let him keep it.”

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i -

[a choked gurgle]

ariadne worth. who is donny?

The line crackles, the connection occasionally dropping. But she’s still there. Waiting.

“My son, have you seen him? It’s-“ It drops once more, the dial tone bouncing off the concrete floor. There’s very little she can grasp at down here, the walls level and smoothed, the floor cold and unyielding. Some days, she finds herself. The one out there. Pieces blown between police stations and the ditch. Neither of her eyes were buried.

“He left and he’s just-he hasn’t called me…”

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