Recorder starts.
"Dear People-That-Can-Hopefully-Relate . . . Sugarqueen just bursts into my room with a laptop and tells me to read a story. She says its urgent or something. I can feel her heart beat speeding up, she must've been nervous or scared. Then she just runs out the door . . . And all I can think is; Hello? Can somebody read this to me? Guys?
Some people just forget that I'm blind. Anyways, Toph, Out!"
Recorder turns off.