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It rang a few times. Then went to voice mail. A raspy but energetic voice came on. 

"Don't worry. Don't worry. Don't worry. You've got the right number, but the wrong time. Give me a few and I'll get back to you. Oh and don't worry about leaving nothing. I got caller id and all that. Talk to you soon. Cal"

She giggled a little, thought it was so strange. How did this all start she thought. Who would do this, who would make their own toilet paper, it just didn't make sense. 

Who signs off their voicemails too. She wanted to tell Alan about it. 

She put her phone down. It was 9 and she was tired enough to sleep. So she got ready. Brushing here teeth she looked at herself in the mirror. Wrinkles she actually had wrinkles. Things she thought only her parent's had she now showed. Inheritance.

When she got back to bed she had one message.

"You got time to talk tomorrow? Had a long day. -Cal"

It was Cal. Normally she'd think its a bot, but there was something too earnest. Who would reply at this time?

She wrote back "Yeah, don't worry we can talk tomorrow."

"You okay?" He replied.
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