I got my first cell phone in 2006 when I finally came home from Peace Corps. One of my old college friends replied to the group mail I sent out with my new number exclaiming that hell must have frozen over. I love talking on the phone for long meandering wrinkles of time. I hate being the first one to say goodbye, especially with people I care about. Two nights ago I spent two hours and twenty-four minutes on the phone with my friend C. Over the summer I fell asleep with my phone open, resting on the pillow next to my ear so it would feel like the woman on the other end wasn't so far away.
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