Draft Message.
To: S.
June 16, 8:52 pm.
I have just heard my voicemails. Most of them were from my mom, but after the beep, your voice started playing. It was something like:
Hey, Tyler. It's been a long time, hasn't it? Things have been fine over here, I've just been working a lot lately to finish all of these paintings in time. I sold them all. And I've signed a five year contract with a gallery who took interest in my paintings. Things couldn't be better. I need to go now, LA is waiting for me.
You laughed a little, said goodbye, wished me good luck and hung up. I stood in surprise for a moment.
Things were working out perfectly fine for you. Everything was going okay for you. And it makes me fascinated to know that no matter where you are or what you're doing, you'll be happy.
And that way, I'm happy for you.
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