Voicemail

[unkinder]

"...what is it?"

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[aufsassig]

I don't get bothered by shit like that. You know that.

[He is an excellent liar, too. We all know this.]

Next month is two years.

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[unkinder]

[He won't push Schuldig further, at least not directly. He knows better.]

It doesn't feel like it's been that long. Does it?

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[aufsassig]

Feels like it's been longer. But then again, I hate this place.

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[unkinder]

[...]

Do you wish you could go home?

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[aufsassig]

Don't you?

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[unkinder]

Yes. For a while, it was all I could think about. If there was a definitive way to get home, I would have taken it a long time ago.

But there isn't.

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[aufsassig]

So now you don't think about it, because it's easier than the alternative.

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[unkinder]

...it keeps the time from passing quite as slowly, anyway.