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drunk voicemails ethma

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"You never give me a fucking chance. How many voicemails is it going to take for you to let me talk to you? I'm going berserk, I just don't know what to do anymore. You hate me and for a reason you'll never truly understand." Ethan sighs.

He begins to pace in frustration, "You used to drive me insane, hell, you still do—but for different reasons. Please, Emma. I need you to pick up one of these days, I don't know how much more I can take of this silence."

remake of an old book of mine, except this time ethma. thoughts?

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