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PHOTOS BY DREAMA CLEAVER
 
   I fumbled for the phone and grabbed my cat instead.  He started purring when my fingertips touched his fur.  I reached passed him and opened the phone.  It was 4 o’clock am.
   

   “Hello,” I said.

   “Dreama! You’ve got to come get me!”

   “Who is this?” I said.

   “Joel.  Don’t you recognize my voice?”

   “Are you drunk?”

   “No.”

   “Oh.”  I closed the phone and rolled back over.

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