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“It is 1:45AM. Are you reading this Grey?”
“Nope! Impossible.”
“Remember when there were seven suns in the sky? When we could only see when the sandstorms came and blocked out the white?”
“I remember. So hot the air would boil black...exhaling incinerated steam...”
“Exhaling incinerated steam..”
“What are you eating for breakfast tomorrow?”
“Two eggs”
“Mmm”
“I love you”
“I love you too”