[ The facts join the other facts collected, a more clear picture being formed with every passing second, one that makes an awful kind of sense.
Mike was in the car. It was his birthday. Mike was in the car. His guts suddenly get that weird hollowed-out sensation, like they're being sucked inwards, and text can't possibly convey the urgency straining in Peter. But maybe the little slip-ups betray how fast he's typing. ]
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Mike was in the car. It was his birthday. Mike was in the car. His guts suddenly get that weird hollowed-out sensation, like they're being sucked inwards, and text can't possibly convey the urgency straining in Peter. But maybe the little slip-ups betray how fast he's typing. ]
Are you pka
Okay
?
Did you gef hurt?
[ Did he— die, too? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. ]