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Um, so…I translated your most recent message. 

Sorry for getting distracted—I was figuring out what the best way to go to the grand canyon was and it seems like there’s…basically one way from here, so that’s sorted now. 

But, well Birdie, you did it again. You left me a fucking cryptic message. 

“Th. 9AM.” 

That’s all. I’m assuming the “Th” stands for Thursday? Day and time? Which is…tomorrow. And I really hope this isn’t a Denver situation and there isn’t something I need to avoid at 9AM tomorrow, because I would really need more information than that. 

The other option—and maybe I’m crazy for thinking this, for hoping this. But maybe you’re telling me to be on the radio tomorrow at 9? You know where I am so you know my timezone—at least, I hope you do. I’ll probably just sit on the radio starting at 6AM to be honest. I have to assume you’re somewhere in North America. 

If you are telling me to be on the radio tomorrow, I have to think it’s not just another morse code message. You’ve never told me to listen at a specific time before, you seem to have it rigged up to continuously broadcast. 

So that means…

Birdie, are we going to talk? Really talk?

I guess…I guess I’ll find out. 

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