Rrrrrrrrrring, Rrrrrrrrrring.
She came to the reality of her quaint porch. She wasn’t going to
answer the phone at first but she saw that it was Marcino.
“Hello.” She said. “Hey Babe.” said Marc.
“Hey.” Nature said.
“What’s wrong?” He said.
“My Dad died.”
“Oh babe I’m sorry to hear that—What did he die from?”
“Long story don’t feel like talking bout it.”
“So you ok, do you need me to come home?”
“No I’m fine, but I blew up at Beth tho.”
“Why—what happened?”
“She was telling me how I don’t care that Dad died.”
“Well do you?”
“Yes I care.”
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