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"Ok, finally home and still documenting for…some reason. Old habits die hard, like I said.

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So, I'm sat at home right now and there's a mirror to my left. And every time I see my reflection I wanna vomit. No- No joke! My stomach's turning over just thinking about it! There should be a person in that reflection but there's not. There's a plastic fu-u-fu-hecking telephone, WHO CAN'T EVEN SWEAR RIGHT!"

You can't even begin describe the pained noises you're hearing on the tape right now. A horrible mashup of human screaming and television static.

You drum your fingers on the table beneath them as you listen to this archival audio, hoping that maybe, somehow, it'll get better.

It doesn't. Through the pained noises, you can make out the sound of what would seem to be smashing glass. You cringe, thinking of your now permanently scared hands, forever damaged by that prolonged, messy incident.

"I don't know why I'm recording this…" The voice on the other end sobs. "Who's gonna want to listen? Eh? That's right, no one. No one cares about Phonies, and I- And I was the same, I didn't realise…I didn't realise the were alive, like actually alive, I just thought…"

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