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Voicemail sent on 10 April 2012 at 8:56 p.m.
"Hey, so I'm recording this voicemail from the hospital, Steve. Funny, right? I'm sending you a voicemail even when I'm sitting right next to you, haha. So, I just cut the cake a few seconds ago and made a wish. You wanna know what it was? Well, too bad. You'll have to guess. Okay, I gotta go now. The doctors don't appreciate me eating my cake with a patient. God, they suck. Bye."
I didn't need to think so hard about what Ari had wished for. I was certain that it had been for me to wake up soon...
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