[ For a moment, there's only a hum of static. And America's quiet breathing. Finally, something on the comm clicks and he speaks calmly. ]
The year is 1969. I am in Discedo. I have been here a year and a half. I remember everything.
[ More pause, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. ]
Later. I'll talk about what happened
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[ EVEN THOUGH I GOT YOU NOTHING ;; ]
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[SUCH IS HIS LIFE.]
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And you don't have an Uncle Bob.
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And England says we do.
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If it melts because of the heat, you'd better not blame me, eh?
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...Melts?
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