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but what I want to say shouldn't be said over the phone
[ The smallest of pauses after the beep ] "You've - reached Elena. Gilbert. [ Maybe there are multiple in this cave. ] I'm sorry I missed your call, but if you'd leave - [ And their names will already be attached, built in caller id. She hates this message already But she's going to damn well finish it. ] a message, I'll return the call as soon as I can. [ And that's about all she needs and all she can muster. Oh, she can't forget... ] Thank you." [ "But, why am I thanking them, they called me." "Because it's the polite thing to do. Did they have to call you?" "They wanted to." But, no argument wins. Miranda Gilbert has a way of always being right. ]call .. text .. video
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Certain concepts she understands, in her context, but no, Connor, it doesn't get easier. ]
We were at the library, for the open mic night. I want to go back. [ She's a reader. And she can't see herself picking apples. Unless necessary and needed. She'd do it. Just not -- over and over again. ]
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She gives a warm smile with Elena's reaction to the mention of the library. ] You should. We should. I'm sure there's something to learn there. [ As at any library. The idea of manual labor to pass the time, though? Not her cup of tea, either. It'd be monotonous. ] Are you involved in anything like that, Connor? [ Or, whatever else. ]
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I'm in school back home, but there's not exactly a ton of incentive to keep studying here.
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She's completely out of school, went through her undergraduate program and everything. She's just aged well or...something. ] Right, and if they even have options to study here? [ Always a little cynical, when it fits the moment! She takes a sip. ]