Hey, you didn't answer. Hey, Nan. I wanted you to answer. Answer me. Nan. Nan. Nan.

I like your name, you know. Short and simple, but low and sweet, like a murmur. Nan. Nan.

See? Or Nanette. Nan. Tuck it? Or just Nan. What a name. Hey. Nan. Hey. I had such

a nice time. That's usually what people see on these calls when they meet someone, right?

A nice time. I'm trying not to be usual. I'm trying. You just met a girl, gave her your

number and she calls you late the same night. After you're already in bed, asleep, and

made your message saying she doesn't like being usual. But, Nan, you're not so usual yourself.

Oh. Episode 10 March 1997. Tonight was nice. Yes. Nice.

Also, it was kind of more than that. It was electric. It was tense. It was suspicious. It was

forbidden. It was drunk. It was definitely still drunk. But here's the thing. I know I don't

sound of sound mind, but here's the thing. Are you ready for the thing? Nan. I don't lie. I

especially don't lie when I'm drunk. I'm completely entirely honest. Just maybe a bit

larger in my feelings. Like bigger emotions, grander words, and I would tell you it.

11 a.m. on a Monday morning, but still the same. Like when you turn the volume knob on the radio

up to 9, it's still the same music. It's just louder. When you boil water, it's still water. It's just

hotter. When you inflate a balloon, it's still a balloon, only bigger and brighter.

And I'm drunk and I'm loud and I'm hot and I'm bright. Nan. Well, you, you're drunk and you're asleep

and you're a secret. Coming to our show with your grey pool over in your brown hair tied back

in a tail in your posture. That posture. You're a proper student. I kept waiting for you to raise

your hands with a teacher and know how smart you are. Teacher, teacher, I know, I know a cinnamon,

a cinnamon for artists is insurgent. Yes, Nan. You get a gold star for that. Let me place this sticker

gently on your lips. Or, well, if I put it on my lips first and then placed it softly on yours.

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