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- Transcript of message:
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- Hey mom, hey dad. Just so you know it's all your
fault. All of it! This music in my head - kill you both.
Carve out the place I came from and feed you the fetus.
Rhythm - all that. I'm going someplace different now.
Bright penny, lights, knife - yes! - I want to stick it
in you, both of you, all the way. There's no telling
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- (at this point the cellular phone connection
deteriorated and cut off. Pierce did not call back.)
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