answering machine post.

[thingswillshift]

[beep.]

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[totheskye]

hey sweetheart. i need a favour.

[thingswillshift]

what can i do for you, love?

[totheskye]

got any of those fancyass drug patch things? i wanna get outta my head on somethin annd im bored of all my drugs. dont wannna take heroin.

and i need one to give as a gift to someone. help me out baby?

[thingswillshift]

i could probably go round new earth before the fall, yeah. what kind you need?

[totheskye]

hey there asshat. you vanish again?

[thingswillshift]

you noticed! :* you still needing it?

[totheskye]

flattered, sweetheart? & yeah, always.

[thingswillshift]

nah. figured if anyone'd be dumb enough to miss me it'd be you. where you at?

[crueltouches]

[A weirdo voicemail that's mostly just strangled breathing. At twenty seconds there's some scraping and scuffling. Twenty five seconds, there's what sounds like a whine. The call ends at thirty seconds in silence.]

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[totheskye]

i found your number in my old phone and wondered where youd got to.

miss you, motherfucker.