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First message, received on August 23, at 12:13 PM.
Hey, Linky. This is Leni. I hope that I am not interrupting anything right now. I know that you are super, super busy at this time. Why not? Your debut at the comic book store is tonight! I can't believe it! My dearest brother, Linky, is having his comic book released to the world. I mean, excuse me, your name. I keep forgetting that what you are making is manga, not a comic book. It has Japanese features. Silly, me. You know I am not the brightest crayon in the box. Well, I am blonde. So, that does make me bright. Anyway, all of us are looking forward to seeing you tonight. I remember seeing you standing around on pins and needles. You looked very nervous. I wanted to talk to you, but you had closed your door before I could come in. I knocked, but I guessed you didn't want to be disturbed. I bet you wanted some alone. I keep forgetting that you are a guy. I know, I know, Linky. I should have nothing to worry about. But, I am your sister. I have to worry. It is my job. Anyway, I don't want to lose any more minutes. So, please call me as soon as you can. I love you, Linky.
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Second message, received on August 23, at 3:13 PM.
Hey, Linky, this is Leni again. I wanted to see if you were able to check on my last message. I hope that I wasn't too lengthy or anything. I just wanted to see if you were receiving my call. Mom and Dad are super stoked about your debut tonight. Mom went into the kitchen and started making your celebratory cake on your job well done. She wanted it to be black and white frosting, like in your comics. I told her that be sure she makes it chocolate with vanilla frosting. I know that it is your favorite. It is mine, too. Remember the time when it was my birthday and you helped me blew out the candles? That was very sweet of you. I also didn't forget that we split the first piece of cake together. It was very tasty. Mom always does a good job at making sweets. I think a baker is more up her alley than being an aspiring writer. Remember how messy you got after getting caught up into the taste? Don't worry, I told you. I helped you with the mess. Sorry, I ate your residue from it. The cake was too tasty and didn't want any of it to waste. I am glad that you didn't look at me weird. It was my birthday. And I can do whatever I wanted to do. Just like we all are going to be there to help you bring in your debut with much, much success.
I like how your name is based on a drama. It seems like that is the right genre for you at heart. I remember when you were part of the Ace Savvy deal. I was super stoked about my part. You made me awesome, cute, and hell of sexy. Oops, I am sorry. I didn't mean to curse. Please forgive me. Anyway, I won't hold you too long. I hope that you get this message. I can't wait to see you tonight. Call me. I love you, Linky.
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Third message, received on August 23, at 4:09 PM.
Linky, Linky, Linky! Leni again! I am a sing-song kind of mood right now. I hope you don't mind that I am in your room. I was looking for the magazine that I let you borrowed. And yes, I said borrowed, you silly goose. I was kind of excited about the manga you were making so I wanted to cosplay. Oh, my God. I can't believe this pretty and popular Leni wants to cosplay. I do. And it is because of you, sweetie. I look to this magazine as inspiration. I check it out and observe everything. From Sailor Moon to Mysterious Girlfriend X to literally everything. Kawaii!
I am checking your drawer, if that is okay. I promise that I won't see anything you have like your undies, or a secret stash! It's okay if you do. You are at an age where you must have some kind of relief. If you want to talk about it, I am here. I won't judge you. I am your sister. And sisters tend to be the first things boys love before finding a girl. Well, I can't seem to find it. I ask again when I see you tonight. Call me back, Linky!
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Fourth message, received on August 23, at 5:38 PM.
Are you really that busy!? Not even enough spare time to call your sister. Linky, that worries me. I have been there from day in and day out for you. It really concerns me. Do I need to talk with you on not following your responsibilities of being a little brother? Anyway, I am calling because I have found something in your drawer that I think isn't supposed to be in your room.
Lincoln, be honest with me. I saw it okay. I saw it. I know you are at an age when boys like you get curious. Who is she, Lincoln? Did she buy those for you? Is she younger? Older? Ronnie Anne? Carol? Who? I must know! I don't want you to get hurt, my dear Linky. You are too young to engaging in these kinds of acts.
Silly Linky, you have a future. They wouldn't understand you. They won't appreciate you. The effort that you put into your work. Through the teeth, nail, and bone of your fruitious efforts. I am sorry for being a worrywort. You are my only brother. No one is worthy of the affection, compassion, and care that should be given to you. You are precious to me. Like a wonderful gem in my collection. Or when a dog awaits their owner to come home from a long day at work.
When I see you, talk to me about it. Okay. I got to go. Mom is calling me. Bye, Linky.
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Fifth message, received on August 23, at 6:25 PM.
Hey, Linky. I have to be brief. I don't want them to hear me talking while we are getting ready to go. I wish I can get some privacy. Anyway, sorry for earlier. I was a bit harsh. I shouldn't stop you on what you do. You can't help it. I think Mom is giving you too much freedom on your activities. You are still a teenager. There are some limitations. If Mom can't do it, I will. If you are going to do those "acts" then I suggest talking to me, first. I can steer you in the right direction.
So, I am getting ready to be in the van. All of us are excited about this. Can't wait. See you in a bit.
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Sixth message, received on August 23, at 6: 56 PM.
Hey, we are standing outside of the Final Frontier comic book store. We are super, super excited. Mom couldn't stop taking pictures of all of us. Lola is taking advantage of this. She is right now talking to the press about her efforts of being part of your success. Crazy little girl. Luna has her guitar and is actually attempting making licks in front of the camera. Is this the price of being VIP? I like it!
Hold on a second.
Sorry about that! Some photographer wanted the family to take a picture in front of your poster. I must say, you look very dashing, little brother. I wish I was at that photo shoot. Linky, I am so proud of you. You won't believe the amount of people that are surrounding the front entrance. We are waiting for you to come. Is this what success feels like? If so, I wanna melt. I am so envious of you.
Seeing your pictures makes me melt. Seeing you becoming such a man. It makes me eager to discuss what we have mentioned earlier. I hope that you received those messages. Sorry for my long windedness. Anyway, super excited. Got to go, the doors are opening. Can't wait to see you, Linky. Love you!
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Seventh message, received on August 23, at 8:35 PM
Linky! That was great! Oh my God, my God, that was awesome. You didn't tell us that your name featured a short animated video. It was lovely. The graphics, the voices, everything was beautiful. It brings tears to my eyes. I can tell your manager was impressed. She gave you such a stare. I hope it was because of your hard work. You are an awesome wonder, Linky.
You are so unbelievable, Linky. I am honored to be here. And forgive me for this. I know that you are busy. And I don't want to be rude, but I miss you. So, I hope you don't mind if I can see if I can sneak through this door here.
Okay, here we go. These locks are such stubborn. You know when locks are made very cheaply. Yeah, hopefully you have some free time that we can share. Give you the love and support. Linky, you know I just….
What in the hell is….
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Eighth message, received on August 23, at 8:39 PM
….shut…..fuck...up…
Die, bitch, die.
Stand the...fuck...still...don't...leave...my...Linky alone.
It's almost over...go to sleep...rest in peace….shh, shh.
It's over. You won't be bothering my Linky anymore.
Speaking of Linky, who in the hell do you think….
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Ninth message, received on August 23, at 9:58 PM.
Leni, what are you doing? Please don't hurt me!
You never learn, don't you, LInky?
S..stop, it, ssssstop it, Leni.
You belong to me, you hear me? MINE! MINE! MINE! And I will be damned sure that will happen, Linky!
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