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Henry I'm going to be entirely honest with you, I personally thought it was just a place to hang out. Others were curious if there was some kind of scheme going on but it was never confirmed nor denied by Tati. Also I'm saying you should go on back because Tati seems annoyed(?) the best way to put it and she said that she is going to come back with no explanation of what she would do. It just sounded really ominous and I don't want either of you to get hurt. So what exactly is her plan?

i tried to wa rn you all but i guess my radio isn't very power ful. only folks wh o are on the waves alr eady. it's not your fault.

i'm s orry.

get o u t while you c an. if you c an but i don't know wh at would've helped me get out. so i don't know how to help you.

tati isn't danger ous. her plan won't hurt me.

Or me!

but i am worried for you all.

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i'm swea tin g haha. but they wouldn't let u s d own.

do you have a favourite flower?

I like a good ol' chrysanthemum!

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Log #4

Told Henry about another memory. A bedroom, olive-green and candlelit. I’m watching two men copulate. The big one’s real handsome, I think. They kiss like they’ll lose all the air in their lungs if they don’t.

Henry kinda clammed up after my story. Maybe I’m one of those boys who’s a bit crass in indulging those kindsa ideas — ain’t had the luck to experience anything of the sort for myself, but boy! I did dream of it. For a scary second I was worried Henry was made of finer stuff, that I might’ve offended his tastes a little. Then he told me about a memory he had. A first kiss. Was dared to kiss a boy by some kid at his summer camp. Laughed it off with the rest of them in the moment but afterwards gave it a think that lasted a long goddamn time. 

Log #02

Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.

And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.

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At first I was confused but now I get it

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what the hell is cylinder restoration

Well, as far as I wager, it's a fella askin' for advice on restorin' his wax cylinder! A way to record and play tunes back in the day.

Boy, nothin' like pitching a fit to get you all bent out of shape. I'm feeling better than ever! Feeling better than ever! Thank you kindly for your concern, does the heart good to know all you folks out there care so much about li'l' old me!