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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

[ Ah, so Malcolm hasn't told Raylan- probably very few people, then- about the real reason he's here. What he's avoiding back home, even if it's temporary. Well, Will certainly isn't going to out him right now. ]

I don't think we'll ever hit 'normal,' but quasi-normal honestly sounds perfect. Maybe I'll even manage to teach him how to fish, one of these days.

And- you ever want my story, I'll tell you. Over whisky, though, because we'd both need at least one drink to get through that. Roman kept refilling my glass when I went into more detail.

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He might take some pleasure in guttin' 'em. Not a bad idea.

And I would like to hear it. Your story. Once shit's settled down though, once everyone's recovered. Couple of different places to do it too, dependin' on what you're feelin'. I'm partial to porches in fields myself, but that's bias.

[empathicfault]

Porches in fields...that's my favorite place to chat. And drink. Just add some dogs, and it might as well be heaven.

Just let me know when you'd like to talk. I haven't been here long enough to know what's 'settled down'- other than people I know being out of the infirmary, I suppose.

[tinstar]

It is the prime spot for lazy dog days.

I can reach out in a couple days? Maybe four or five, give Malcolm time to recoup, let you leave without worry.

[empathicfault]

Sure, I appreciate that. Just let me know. And no rush- I'm aware there's constantly a new crisis around here.

[tinstar]

Yeah if somethin' comes up, let me know. I'm tryin' to stay out of them, myself. Anyway, soon enough.

Thanks.