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This is Tillman, I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
[Grudgingly:] If it's an emergency, try contacting Simon Silverton, designation zero zero two, zero twenty-nine.
This is Tillman, I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
[Grudgingly:] If it's an emergency, try contacting Simon Silverton, designation zero zero two, zero twenty-nine.
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Date: 2012-05-14 05:35 am (UTC)From:[ The word – and indeed, the rest of the message – is pronounced in the carefully over-enunciated way of someone who is really quite drunk but wants to give the impression of being sober and serious. ]
So there's no Hallmark in space and – do they still have Hallmark where you're from? When, I mean? It's like, greeting cards - and if they did I don't think they'd have a card for this. There's no sorry I got possessed and made you think I was your wife card. Anyway I'd say it in person but my face probably makes you want to puke now and that's... that's fine. Understandable. If somebody showed up and made me think they were my Dad and then they weren't I think I might have killed them, so. Thanks. For not killing me. Not that the Dad thing is the same as the wife thing, which reminds me also I wanted to say thanks for not, um...
This is getting weird.
[ pause, inhale, and her voice is less insistent and rambly. She sounds quiet, sad, and young. ]
I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough to stop it, but I tried. I really tried, and I'm sorry.
I just wanted you to know that.
Okay, I'm – I'm done.