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[apostleofhope]

[ Everything is recorded, and his voice has a sleepy, husky lilt to it. There's an incessant tapping in the background that follows no particular rhythm and occasionally interrupts a word. ]

I don't want to wait anymore. I won't wait anymore. I'd like those memories back. Yes, now, pretty please with a cherry and sprinkles on top

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[pracao]

Joshua...

[apostleofhope]

Little Azmaria. Do you know?

[pracao]

Know...what?

[apostleofhope]

Santa came early this year.

[pracao]

O-Oh, that's good...! Did he bring you what you wanted...?

[apostleofhope]

Yes, of course he did. I've been a good boy.

[pracao]

O-Oh...What did he bring you...? If I may ask..

[apostleofhope]

My sister.

1/2

[pracao]

[...!]

[pracao]

...I-I see!

[apostleofhope]

[ Soft chuckle. ]

[pracao]

[oh my gaaaaaawd why you so creepy ;;] ...J-Joshua..?

[apostleofhope]

It's too bad you'll never meet her.

1/2 muttered words

[pracao]

Oh...Oh Joshua...

[pracao]

...One day. We both will.

[apostleofhope]

Silly. I already have! She's my sister.

You could meet her now if you just came to the Cathedral.