The phone was never stop ringing and I was too busy to pick up the phone. Two messages, or three, or seven. And I was still too busy to reply to those messages.

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Oh, My Baby Dear, you are too busy with your anger for no reason. An anger, or a way to attract attention, you name it, My Baby Dear. Your lonely soul, Baby Dear, what has happened to it?

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The phone rang again on my way to go home. "Hello." I said. Then I saw you, in front of me. You smiled.

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