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Beep. Beep. Beep.
"What?"
Beep.
"Dammit, get that thing out of here."
Beep. Beep.
"... Es?"
Beeeeeep.
"Oh. Sheet."
"'Sheet'? Is that some new curse word you invented?"
"You don't know what a sheet IS?"
"... no. Should I?"
"Well... yeah, actually."
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't grow up in a 'civilised' country like you did."
Light. Real, bright, blinds-you-if-you-stare-directly-at-it light. She hadn't seen it in months.
And what was here now to dampen her day, her first day of freedom in such a long time?
A teenage brat with no idea that she was the one who let her go out. "Breath of fresh air," the brat had said. "You just had a baby, I bet the smell's horrid."
Who left?
You?
O'course not you.
It couldn't be you.
You're my best friend.
The only one who trusts me.
Who I trust.
Why did you leave?
Everyone else told such ludicrous stories. Story story story, that's all she'd talk about and what happened with it? A story killed her.
So I told everyone over a tall, tall drink. Tallest one they sold.
They didn't believe me. None of them saw it.
None of them did it.