025 - Twenty-Five

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I haven’t heard from you in a few days, which I’m hoping just means you’re trying to think of what to say and not that I scared you away by sharing every single thought that pops into my head.

I think I got used to talking to no one in particular fast. Sure, I knew that everything I said on here could be heard—that was the whole point after all— but after only a few days of realizing how unlikely that was, it became very easy to slide into using the CB as my own personal sounding board. Or head shrinker or...I don’t know, if I believed in God, maybe this is how I would talk to Him.

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I know what you might be thinking—after everything, I still don’t think there’s some kind of higher power running the show? Well, sure, maybe God really did decide to pull another Noah and wipe out humanity, sparing a few, but if that was His plan, leaving me and Harry as the last standing pair doesn’t show the best forward thinking. Which, for someone who’s supposed to be omniscient, would be a little embarrassing.

So, no, the world emptying out or everyone dying or the entire population deciding to play history’s most elaborate prank does not make me suddenly believe in the fairytale of God. If He wanted me to believe in me, he could come down here and tell me Himself.

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Speaking of direct communication—how’s that for a segue—you really don’t need to put so much thought into your messages, if that’s what you’re doing. I’m clearly not thinking of being particularly delicate or interesting—though I hope I’m at least interesting. If it’s a morse code issue...you know, trying to keep things short and sweet...then just let me know where you are. And then we can do away with the radio waves completely.

So. Birdie. Where are you? Can we meet somewhere? You pick the time and place and I’ll be there, long as its on this continent.

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Whiskey out.

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