[voice; dated to morning sirens.]
Hello.
[This voice coming through sounds very young, very tired, and very irate. She's also got the slightest of lisps, and is maybe a little bit breathless.]
This is a phone, even though it's not going to be working like a regular phone. I know that much. And I've heard it explained, too. Kind of tricky, isn't it?
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[This voice coming through sounds very young, very tired, and very irate. She's also got the slightest of lisps, and is maybe a little bit breathless.]
This is a phone, even though it's not going to be working like a regular phone. I know that much. And I've heard it explained, too. Kind of tricky, isn't it?
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She can like him well enough, she thinks.]
It's true.
I'm irritated, you know. I'd had things to attend to. And what's perplexing is that I was here that time ago... You, do you know what I look like? [Important question for framing her timeline, she thinks.]
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[Damn her insistent colorings and preference for smallness. That wasn't as helpful as she'd hoped.]
In that case, tell me: do you know of a boy with pale hair like mine? Red-eyed, though, and he wears glasses. Less... short.
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[There may have been a newcomer here like that, once? May have been...some come and go, but he can't place a name to any face like that.]
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You have come to adapt, here? For over a year yourself?
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