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Mendings Feeling: relieved Phone rings, pick it up. It's her, saying: "Hey." "Oh... hi?" "How are you?" "I'm..." Thousands of words, three weeks to compact into one adjective? "I'm, uh, fine. How are you?" "Fine." ...silence. I sigh. "How long do you think we're going to do this?" "What, be fine?" "Yes." We both chuckled. And she said it. "I miss you." Breathe. Tears in my eyes. "I miss you, too." Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |