phone call

Look, I can't talk right now, I'm on the edge of the world. No, the world is flat. Can't you call back? It's a sheer cliff, there's nothing past the edge, just infinite black. Look, why don't I just call you back later? No. No, I told you I'm not interested right now, I'd like to stare out into the void, sometimes a man's gotta be alone with his void, all right? Would you just shut up? There's nothing to talk about, it's just the edge of the world, can't you get that through your head? Look, I'm just going to hang up on you, stop bothering me, goodbye.

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