üks // 01

[webfreedomftw]

A: 946 Beulah Street

[Hey, parents. One of your kids isn't what he used to be. This is probably best seen by the way he's creeping around the house with the lamp he unplugged from the nightstand in the room he woke up in, assuming this a dream or a prank, but ready with a blunt object and a fairly good swing should the place turn hostile.]

B:

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[muskatli]

Oh, Estonia, dear.

You're not really dreaming...

[muskatli]

Ah, how about I come over and I can tell you all about it over a plate of cookies?

[webfreedomftw]

Yes, that would be good. I--

[He's cut off by a conversation with someone in his house that leaves him so stunned he doesn't even process it before he returns to his conversation with Hungary.]

Actually, can you come over after school?

[muskatli]

School? I suppose they're making you go, too...

It will be my pleasure, dear. Just wait for me.

[webfreedomftw]

Of course. I look forward to it.