Call me.
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“It’s Colt. You know what to do.”
Beep.
“Hey, um . . . It's me. I know– I know it's been a while. I should have called, I just. Since Dad, I . . . Anyway. Call me. I have three hours to make . . . To make a decision. And there's no right answer. Thought you could, you know. Yell at me or something. That usually helps.
Call me.”
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“It's Colt. You know what to do.”
Beep.
“Hey. Sorry. You're probably jumping off a building or something, I know. But listen, I'm probably breaking like three laws and seventeen treaties just leaving this voicemail, so it would be really cool if you could . . .
Okay, well. They gave me a couple hours. If you didn't break your back again or anything you should, uh. Yeah.”
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“It's Colt. You know what to do.”
Beep.
“Listen, idiot. I'm getting tired of hearing this same shit message over this shit phone so unless you have a good excuse, pick up next time, would you?”
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“It's Colt. You know what to do.”
Beep.
“Sorry for swearing at you. I know. It's unnecessary, blah blah. You know you sound like Mom.
If you don't pick up next time I swear I'm calling Jody and you know I don't want to have to do that. If she picks up I'll tell her to kick your ass for me, got it?
Wish you were here, I'd throw you off this building myself.”
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“It's Colt. You know what to do.”
Beep.
“Don't tell me that threatening violence without intent of follow-through is for cowards, okay? I know it already. I am a coward, and I'm okay with that.
. . . I am a coward.
Oh boy.
Listen.
Uh.
I have half an hour to make this decision. I know where I stand. I don't know . . . I don't know what's going to happen after that.
She . . . She has a lot of power. She could make me disappear if she doesn't like my answer.
If I need somewhere to go, I'm coming to you. Just a heads up.
I don't know what comes next. I just . . . I can't do it. I can't do it.
I'm sorry for all the messages. I just need to hear your voice.”
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"It's Colt. You know what to do."
Beep.
"Okay. My time's up, if I don't go tell her, she's going to make the decision for me, and . . . It won't be a good one.
I just have to stand my ground. They'll understand.
Well, if you listen to these in the next five minutes, you should just, you know.
Call me.
Okay.
Here goes.
Call me."
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“You’ve reached Dr. Ryland Grace. Leave a message.”
Beep.
“Hey.
Sorry. Please don't push me off a building.
I hope I'm not too late. Been out of cell service for a couple days, at the cabin with Jody. If the world's gonna freeze over, might as well enjoy it while it lasts, you know?
Did you see the Hail Mary blasted off this morning? Huge news but it's a whole lotta nothing, they wouldn't even reveal the astronauts on the mission. Top secret stuff. But maybe now we're not as screwed as we thought. You science nerd. Do you know how long a solution will take to find?
Anyway.
Heading back to Pittsburgh soon, Jody has a project she's working on, maybe you can come by sometime? Catch up. I guess there's more of Dad's stuff we never went through.
Hey, don't feel bad about not calling, by the way. It's my bad too, I know how life gets.
Well.
See you sometime.
Call me.”
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