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Hey Mickey.
Bet you're wondering what the fuck this is, huh? Well, I'll tell you.
It's a tape recorder! Which you’re probably rolling your eyes at me for saying, because, if you’re hearing this, then you can see that, but isn’t it cool? It’s old school. Reminds me of what those detectives use in those old shitty 80’s movies we watched.
It’s got five buttons, and the labels are pretty clear: the red dot is record, the blue square is stop, the two left arrows is rewind, the two right arrows is fast forward, and then there’s play and pause. Simple. Think I’ve got maybe forty-five minutes to an hour? These tapes don’t have a whole lot of storage on them, and one side is screwed up so it won’t record — already tried. So, I gotta use the time wisely!
Some client at the club gave it to me. I think he wanted me to use it to make some sort of sex tape. Or, like, sex ASMR? I don’t know. I could be good at that, maybe. I don’t really want to do that, though.
I want to talk to you.
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After all this time that Ian's been missing, he leaves a tape recorder on Mickey's pillow. And on it? An hour of pure, unfiltered, Ian audio that is all, apparently, dedicated to him.