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Hey Sabrina. It's me again, Nathan. I wanted to tell you about this dream I had the other night. It was late - maybe three in the morning - and you showed up at my door. Your blonde hair was drenched from the rain and your clothes looked like they've been submerged in water their whole existence. Your skin was a pasty pale color, but your cyanotic lips smiled at me when I opened the door. I ran to grab you a towel to dry you off, but when I returned the doorway was empty and you were gone.
Anyway, I should probably stop calling this number. Your funeral was yesterday. There were so many people crying that I wasn't able to stay. I'm sorry.
I hope you're doing well, wherever you went.
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Last Flight Home [completed]
ContoIt was one thing having an extended layover at the airport on a major holiday. It was another thing to have searing-hot coffee spilt all over my white shirt. And maybe it was another thing to get stuck in an elevator with an arrogant college student...