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Saturday, November 27, 2010
Ready To Talk
She ran into the house, checking each room but knowing all would be empty. The person she seeked was out. She ran for the phone and dialed, waiting. She'd come. She had to come. The time was right. She'd tell her everything if she could. Pick up the phone... There was no answer. She listened to the message bank and left a message she hoped sounded urgent. What if she was already out on a call? What if she couldn't get herself away? She hadn't thought about that and didn't want to. She was ready to talk.
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