Checking voicemail messages (a very irregular pursuit, but I’m expecting a few calls)… and there was my sister, chatting away with my mother. One of those messages people leave when they don’t even realize they’ve dialed your number:
"it was probably just me, in the middle of the night, bumping around eating cake..."
(click - hang up)
Something about this is very sweet and precious.
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