*hears my phone beep a few times, mad that I missed a call, runs over to my cell phone and checks it, sitting down slowly on the bed, clutching the phone in my hand, playing your voice mail over, making sure I heard everything right, not really knowing what to make of it, hangs up and looks down at the phone, wanting so badly to smash it against the wall, but instead sets it down carefully on the bedside table, closing my eyes and sighing softly, talking to myself*
I knew this would happen...
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