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[In the afternoon, the phone picks up to a familiar voice--Though this time, there's no stutter. No nervous tone. In fact, there's no feeling in his voice what-so-ever.]
Grady. Bring her back--O-Or bring me to her. I know we all go home at one point or another, but you--I never even told her, ārlaulības bērns. [Click.
Inside the house at 947 Beulah, Latvia had actually been gripping the phone tight enough for it to actually crack. Additionally, something seems off about him. He doesn't look as weak as he usually does, and he's not even shaking shaking--he's stone still. After he sets the phone down he climbs onto the couch and simply tucks his face into his knees. Bother him?]
Grady. Bring her back--O-Or bring me to her. I know we all go home at one point or another, but you--I never even told her, ārlaulības bērns. [Click.
Inside the house at 947 Beulah, Latvia had actually been gripping the phone tight enough for it to actually crack. Additionally, something seems off about him. He doesn't look as weak as he usually does, and he's not even shaking shaking--he's stone still. After he sets the phone down he climbs onto the couch and simply tucks his face into his knees. Bother him?]