Me: Bill... why you aren't here with me now?
Bill: I can't hear you.
Me: Bill, please come here... I need you too much.
Bill: Where are you?
Me: Can you hear me? Hello...?
Bill: Hello? Is Anyone there?
Me: Yeeeess!!! mee!!! Please, listen to me!!!!
Bill: Hey? Hello?
Me: Bill!!! Noo!!! please don't go, don't leave me!!! Stay with me!!!
please, I want to hear your sweet voice... -start to cry.
Bill: Sorry? I don't hear nothing... hello?.... Heeellooo?
Me: don't... don't
Bill: Hello?
Me: leave me.

I hope Bill someday can hear that I'm screaming for him... for now, He doesn't hear nothing, and he doesn't know where I am.

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