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Why the hell did I think he would tell me?! Why the fucking hell?! It's not like it's anything important like mum going to hospital...oh wait it is!
IF SHE DIDN'T CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HIM I'D FUCKING KILL HIM!
Flying home, not coming back until she's out of hospital.
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[Voicemail left on Connie's phone]
Listen, Connie
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Message sent 5:57 PM, Wednesday, June 02
What. What do ye mean----!? Is she all right? How come is she in th' hospital? Did she fall again? W-wait! Don't go yet! I wanna come wi'! L-let me... pack a bag... W-where are ye!?
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Facken. So that was ye I heard banging around? Thought it was one of them - nevermind. Ye could have just facken knocked - ugh damn it Beth...
'll feed yer damn fish. I hope tae God ye left the food somewhere obvious 'r 'll have hell findin' it. 'll watch on the wee one too, give ye a call if anythin' happens.
Give yer mum me wishes tae git better.
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B-but, ah... I'm in London right now, so I might come 'round if you...need anything...? Ah, yes. Well. That's it, I suppose.
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