[ In a motel room made of glowing eyes and shifting darkness, a mass of tiny tentacles halts suddenly, illuminated by the soft blue glow of the candybar-style cellphone grasped by a different tendril of undulating flesh.
Then they continue, the dozens of appendages hitting the numpad keys with perfect, coordinated speed. ]
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Then they continue, the dozens of appendages hitting the numpad keys with perfect, coordinated speed. ]
Hey, good to hear from you. How you holding up?