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[The journal picks up the sound of tape static for a moment before the sound of voices. Jude doesn't know that it's open. The voices are pretty low-quality, under gritty static, fading in and out with movement.]
-- s is January first, nineteen six -- wait, shit, what year is it anyway? -- [thunk]
-- o dea, man. Just go with i -- [chhh]
-- Right, January first, New Year's, Jude -- re and I are more plastered than mom's--k-t-chen wall --
-- [laughter] What? --
-- re man, pass me the bottle --
-- thought you resolved to drink less, Max? [a laugh]
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[and then the sound of present!Jude laughing sadly, then suddenly shifting, noticing the journal]
Shit! [and closing it. he'll be back later.]
-- s is January first, nineteen six -- wait, shit, what year is it anyway? -- [thunk]
-- o dea, man. Just go with i -- [chhh]
-- Right, January first, New Year's, Jude -- re and I are more plastered than mom's--k-t-chen wall --
-- [laughter] What? --
-- re man, pass me the bottle --
-- thought you resolved to drink less, Max? [a laugh]
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[and then the sound of present!Jude laughing sadly, then suddenly shifting, noticing the journal]
Shit! [and closing it. he'll be back later.]