][THE BLUE LIGHT.

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voice messages; the first of many treadingdawn February 18 2010, 23:17:06 UTC
Peter. Peter.

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voice message; treadingdawn February 18 2010, 23:17:30 UTC
Do not ignore me.

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voice message; treadingdawn February 18 2010, 23:17:51 UTC
I know you are there!

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voice message; treadingdawn February 18 2010, 23:19:07 UTC
Fine, be recluse.

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[ backdated yesterday morning ] fatespoken April 1 2010, 14:38:11 UTC
[ There's a sticky note tacked next to Peter's coat. The font is tidy and strokes defined. ]

Peter-

Do you need blood?

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[ backdated yesterday morning ] oshutup April 3 2010, 13:59:31 UTC
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No, [ note he is not saying he got some at all...because he did not ] but if you'd like to show up to work any time soon, that is somewhat needed.

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[ backdated yesterday morning ] fatespoken April 3 2010, 18:34:09 UTC
[ pauuuse ]

I assumed I was fired, to be honest.

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~VOICEMAIL~ mechanicalmice April 2 2010, 01:35:44 UTC
Mary had a little lamb
You've heard this tale before.
But did you know she passed the plate
And had a little more?

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fatespoken April 7 2010, 19:56:36 UTC
❝ The gentle cresting hills swallow them within a compass of gold, sunlight beating on grass in green to gold transition, fighting against the orange poppies wavering in the light breeze. It's the sunlight of an early summer, a heat not unbearable yet enough to swathe the surroundings in a haze of heat-- their patch of hidden valley bare of trees. If the picture had a wider perspective, he could then see the apple trees fringing the hills around the, but the central focus is the dark blue blanket spread out on the grass. There's food littered in patterns on the fabric, half-eaten sandwiches and plastic boxes of diced fruit and nuts; a plate stacked with strawberry cake and an assortment of sweets. They haven't gotten to that yet, having taking an intermission to relax from relaxation; leggos, two trains, and a book laid out in front of a small boy. At the edge of the blanket sits an open box with paint streaks and permanent thumbprints pressed across the metal, inside a spectrum of paints arranged in descending hues ( ... )

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[phone] chosered May 7 2010, 21:51:22 UTC
[Ring, ring]

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[phone] oshutup May 7 2010, 23:36:29 UTC
Hello?

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[phone] chosered May 7 2010, 23:39:42 UTC
Hello, Peter? This is Kenny. We met briefly the other day.

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[phone] oshutup May 7 2010, 23:42:27 UTC
Yes, I remember. Holding up alright still?

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