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Hey, Rosy. God, I can't believe how many of you there are out there. And how many of you have found my frequency enough to hear me, to hear each other, to respond?
It makes me wonder, what is she doing? You know, what is my other self doing as she's not reaching out? Other selves, whatever. I mean, maybe this is the only universe in which I have a CB radio at all, but I doubt that.
I'm sorry it's so cold where you are and that your body doesn't like it. But I have to say I'm jealous. Even if you're cold and hungry and snap at each other, I do want other people still. Where we are now is warm, maybe a little bit too warm, but I think it should cool down here in the next couple of weeks. We've been here...um, we've been here for a little while, we had..we had a bit of a- a- a scare, um, a couple of- of months ago and- and
Well, it made us want to kind of hunker down somewhere that we could defend. Um, and we've been doing that and it's been okay. I mean, it's beautiful here, but. It doesn't really feel that safe. The world in general doesn't feel that safe.
And it's not just Junior, either. I mean, he's still out there. Still looking, I think, but... I circled back. Um, that's what happened a couple months ago. I'd left something at one of the places we'd been staying at for about a week and we weren't that far. I figured it wouldn't hurt to Go back and grab it and when I got there someone else had been there. Someone else had clearly been following us. Maybe not enough to catch up to us, but enough to know where we were. I don't know if it's the transmissions or what, but there's someone out there. Whether it's Junior or someone else, I'm a little bit scared to ask. Or to wait. Or to say that I'll meet them somewhere because well, the world just doesn't feel safe.
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