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December 8, 2016
There's a phone booth near his house. By near, it means a 20-minute walk, give or take. There is grass and there is the sky. Blue and green and this red box in the middle. As he approaches it, each time, he feels a lifting like nothing he's ever felt before. The feeling is a new kind each time. He calls different people, this might explain the differences of what he feels. It can't be stressed enough how near this phone is to his house. Sometime somewhere there will be more detail on this boy who keeps calling people.