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Turn the page

June 12, 2010

The phone was holding her book open when it rang. She was reading an 18th century British novel, the kind he refused to read, so it seemed odd to see his name pop up on the Caller ID. She sat there, watching his name, not sure whether or not to answer. It had been so long since they’d last spoken. It had been so long since he’d turned that page.

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