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“… I don't know where the hell we went now …”
Light flashing on the answering machine. I punch the button.
Incoherent mumblings. Then an old woman: “ … I guess the number you know … ”
Another, older sounding woman, sounding a bit distant: “he's—he's out which …
I don't know where the hell we went now … ”
End of message.
I'm not sure if I want to *69 them or not …
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