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[disembodied]

[ remember that creepy monkey in edward's hospital bedroom? well. it was moved to his dresser. and it's no longer a monkey. the journal comes on with a crash, catching something large and silver shooting up to the ceiling. there's an alarmed cry! and then it falls back with a very metallic crash! ]

Ow! [ stupid wings. the journal catches only his leg. ] My head-! I can't reach it...

[ one big metal hand moves, sweeping over the journal - oh. oh shoot. al covers the whole thing up. ] Um, I'm back!

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[automailed]

July 25th. [Edward tosses a couple of shirts over on the bed, then sits down to pick slivers of wood out of a pair of tight pants.] It's been almost a month since they took you.

[And a few weeks since he came back. Eh-heh.]

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[ whoops. ]

A whole month.. [ um i'm just going to briefly enjoy the feeling of wiggling my fingers again. yes. ] Did I miss anything?