this morning at 10:23 i receive a text message, waking me out of my sleep.
1 new message from Chris Towning:
"we flipped our van, we're not tooo messed up. i'll call you later."
"WHAT? oh dear God Chris. How are you, how's Myke?"
"I'm with Myke. Small head injury, he'll be fine. i'll call you."
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