Hi, listeners. I have a story I want to tell you.

There was this doctor over at St. Agri's who would kill his patients.

Oh yes, it was madness.

Aren't you afraid the light take might get you?

I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.

That adrenaline. I want more of it.

I snapped. Totally lost it.

He had no idea what was on those tapes. It was like a song.

It's Ollie and the Outcast. So gather around, gather around, and listen. Close. The text

The text woke me in the middle of the night.

I remembered the rattle, the vibration, and reaching out of habit. I robbed my eyes annoyed,

the who and why stumbling in my brain as I fought to sit up. I unlocked my phone. The light was

blinding, and through squinting eyes, I narrowed them on the most important detail of the screen,

the time.

It was just after two in the morning.

Before I could even groan at how early it was, I was transfixed on the name bubbled at the top.

Jen.

We had broken up two years ago, back at uni.

I hadn't heard from her since.

Had she been drinking?

Was she thinking of getting back together?

It was a pleasant surprise, sure.

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