Tuesday, March 13, 2018
13/Secrets & Lies
A pay phone rang early one morning in the subway station, and I picked it up. The guy had the wrong number, but he was friendly and fun so we chatted for a a few minutes. Then my train approached, and I said goodbye. "No!" he cried, panting hard. "I haven't finished yet!" I dropped the phone.
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ReplyDeleteEw. Another reason to not miss pay phones!
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ReplyDeleteI'm laughing too!
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