| 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. |
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“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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