I hate the waiting for a phone call to connect. The long ring, the not picking up. It makes me wonder if I should have even made the call in the first place. I feel like I should never pick up the phone and then I dial the numbers and it’s too late. It’s ringing. Hopefully they won’t pick up. Because it’s too late, I never know what to say. I prefer my fingers doing the talking because then I can pull back and edit myself. The phone is too personal, too real, too honest.
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