3 [Accidental Voice] Forwarded to the morning.

[somethingspecial]

[There's the sound of a piano playing, strong and well played, as if the person playing the piano has played this number over and over. The piano plays for a minute or two until Rachel sings softly to herself.]

I... wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas please...

[And a well practiced pause ~]

Fold 'em, let 'em hit 'em, baby, raise it, baby, stay with me... love the game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start...and after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his... heart...

[And the piano playing ceases as Rachel stops singing, her voice trailing off as her breath hitches. The recording stops shortly after that.]

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[saintedsinner]

Oh yeah. Al told me about Christmas. We don't have that back home.

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[somethingspecial]

I don't celebrate it in my house, but a lot of my friends from home do.

I sang for the homeless shelters with New Directions last Christmas. It snowed and then we had to dig out my dads' car and I nearly broke my neck trying to get into the back seat. It was terrible.

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[saintedsinner]

At least you weren't camping out in the winter.

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[somethingspecial]

Wouldn't you get... you know. Frostbite?

[She reaches over to tap his metal arm with a finger to prove her point.]