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after ten. She stopped with the all caps. One night near midnight, she texted, “The counselor said to call the phone company and cut extras. Can you stay on the line with me?”
“I’ll do it,” she added before I could answer.
I leaned against my locker and stared at the message. It was almost an apology shaped like a question.
“I can stay on for ten,” I continue reading …
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