Be Real Writing
Original poetry, short stories, quotes, and rambles by an everyday giant searching for meaning.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
The Phone Call
Hey Babe,
I'm running late, I won't be home till seven.
I'll get dinner on my way.
Is everything ok?
You sound like you were crying?
What happened? Who did this?
I'm coming home right now.
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