"the house you were born in. it doesn't exist. it's gone. the sky is beautiful. big blue. not like before. i can't hear much. well it's not how i remembered it, but she's different, you know. yes it's evening. it's gone, the whole street. it's strange. i feel like i'm in another place. we'll ring again tomorrow."
on the phone
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