[ A clenched little pause, like a held breath. ] It matters. Sometimes, sometimes there's real and there's true. [ He listens a while after that, to the bundle of wires and plastic clamped in his hand. Knowing he's talking like a junkie.
But eventually he dredges up the poem, links numbers to letters. Sends back: ] s e
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Date: 2023-11-28 12:30 am (UTC)But eventually he dredges up the poem, links numbers to letters. Sends back: ] s e