when we first spoke

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it was a Thursday night around 8pm, I lay on my bed as my covers brush against my skin, cold to the touch. I sink my head into my pillow with a huff. Drifting into bliss. Then BING! My phone lights up with a notification. Rubbing the tiredness off my eyes and lift my phone to see,

Your name.

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