[Toby's panting softly when the call opens, the sounds of birdsong, light traffic, and wind in the background. Occasionally he drags at a cigarette or throws back a drink, but it's a long time before he says anything.]
Holy shit. I'm alive.
[The call ends abruptly when time runs out a few seconds later.]
November 2, 2023 - 9:28 AM
Holy shit. I'm alive.
[The call ends abruptly when time runs out a few seconds later.]