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Phone Rings

Phone rings, heart pounds.

No voicemail...whew!

I’ll just catch up with them later.

DING!

A follow up text message a few minutes after:

“Where are you”?

“You’ve changed”!

“If I don’t ask about you, I’d never hear from you”!

“Are you mad at me”?

“What’s going on?”

“You never ask about me anymore”.

AAAHHHHH….that was so fuckin exhausting!

Puts phone down; picks phone back up.

What I really want these people to know is:

“It’s not you, it’s me!”

No really…

It’s not you I don’t want to ask about.

It’s me, I don’t want you to ask about.

Don’t say those dreadful words: HOW ARE YOU?


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