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[click, static]

What does that mean?

[click, static]

Birdie, I’m serious, if you’re listening to this right now, tell me what that means.

[click, static]

“Stay out of Denver”? That’s all? You knew I was headed to Colorado, why didn’t you tell me before now?

[click, static]

Is this a prank? Is that what you’re doing? Trying to pull some kind of sick joke? Because I’m going to be furious if that’s the case.

Why? Why do I need to stay out of Denver? What’s there? What do you know?

What aren’t you telling me, Birdie?

I mean, I know there’s a lot you’re not telling me. I mean, I know there’s a lot you’re not telling me and there’s plenty I’m not telling you. And I know that you’re trying to convey the most vital information the quickest, but the directive of “stay out of Denver” with no other explanation is pretty disturbing when I’m an hour from the city.

What if I hadn’t heard it? What if I hadn’t pulled over to fucking translate it? What then?

(sigh) God, Birdie, I’m grateful for you but sometimes…

[click, static]

You know, I only pulled over to decode your message because it’s already dark and I figured once I got to Denver I’d just pick a hotel and pass out and I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. I’m tired. All day—all week, I’ve been—

[click, static]

And now what am I supposed to do? I’m close to Fort Collins, I guess I could find something there, but is that…is Fort Collins…should I stay out of Fort Collins too?

You’ve got me freaked out, Birdie.

It’s so open out here. I’m on I-25 and…I don’t think I realized how flat Colorado could be. The Rockies don’t look that far but…

It’s too open. I—maybe I’ll just sleep in my car. It has locks that work, I know every sound it makes, I’ve got several knives in here…

“Stay out of Denver”. Jesus Christ, Birdie.

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