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The Call

He watched his roommate pace back and forth for hours. Each time he passed the phone, he would linger for the briefest of moments. Unusually bright eyes caressed each curve and dirt stained buttons. He had tried to get his roommate to sit down, to be distracted by the routine they had built up together. …

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This entry was posted in Three Different Ways on October 20, 2011 by Kerian Nox.

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