❝ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ғᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ғʟɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱ ғɪʀꜱᴛ. . .
There are no memories, no past that I can look back on. My birth certificate says I'm nineteen, but I swear I've never been alive until today. I survived an internship for the Night Vale Community Radio Station, that much I can tell you.
. . . ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ﹐ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴜꜱ﹐ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ❞
- Cecil Palmer, Welcome To Night Vale
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