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Hand shaking slightly
She unfolds the scrap of paper
A number scrawled in smudged pencil
She picks up the payphone receiver
Drops coins into the metal slot
And even though she had memorised it
Checks the number again
Carefully pressing each digit to be sure
Then it rings, and rings
Holding her breathe, heart stopped, fingers clenched
“Hello”
A female voice! Who is that?
Breathing quickens. Stop. Deep breath.
“Um, hi, can I speak to…”
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She flips the phone over and over in her hand
Heart fluttering, nails bitten almost to the quick
She checks again
No new messages
The screen flicks back to black
How she here again, now?
Out of habit she presses the home button again
Nothing, but…
Those three dots
Dot dot dot
That means he’s there
He’s replying!
She holds her breath and waits
“Hey”
What?! That’s it?
She feels her cheeks flush
Wait. Dot dot dot.
“Did you like what I sent you?”
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