These past few weeks I've been reading/re-reading Dear America books, and I'm now on one about a prairie teacher in Nebraska... it's reminding me of being little and playing teacher! What was your favorite game when you were younger? Mine is a tie between Peter Pan, where I'd always be Wendy about to walk off the plank and make my brother's friend
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[puts on the headphones, sits down, and squints at the televison set]
Hey. [pauses and licks his lips he'd love to be smoking>] Who's this.
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[They don't seem to be moving but there are tiny black things taking the liberty to crawl all over him.]
[You could always assume it's just bad reception.]
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WAKE THE HELL UP, MORON.
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[Suddenly, the sounds change.]
[A deep garbled voice seeps out from the static.]
Greetings.
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[wishes he could smoke. AGAIN]
....hi. [swallows, once, and plunders on] So this kid's fucked, right.
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He could very well die as we speak if he fails to respond to your calls.
I am sure you are aware of what I require in order to save this boy.
Since it seems to have been proven more difficult to convince them.
An innocent will die by their hands.
If no one surrenders these two...I cannot ensure whether you, your sister, your friends, or the rest of the people to be safe.
You've been warned.
[It crackles loudly before the sound returns to Hong Kong's light breathing.]
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And there's no way to find - [....the speaker seems to switch to a different user. FUCK]
[his sister]
[he'd turn the world to flames before letting anything happen to her...]
[he hears breathing - ]
Hey. Hey kid.
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[he gets over the initial shock to manage a weak, almost inaudible reply]
K-keep it down, you'll annoy the scorpions.
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[whispers in] - Hey, y'got that collar on, still?
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[but nothing happens, so he lets out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding]
Y-yeah.
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Fuck. Okay, fuck. Just - calm down - [he's saying this for his own benefit, just ignore him] - [breathes for a few minutes] -
Just sleep. We'll find you if you're still wearing that collar, okay.
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[he's brought back only slightly by the last of your words, but only enough for him to manage to mutter something in return]
...o-okay..
[and there's silence once again]
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