The phone call was a little strange. The call itself wasn’t at a strange hour and the nature of the conversation was not exactly extraordinary, all things considered. It was brief and concise, very much to the point like all calls should be. She doesn’t linger as she never does.
I guess it must’ve been the voice. The way questions were asked and answered, in the very peculiar manner that is so uniquely hers. Thieves and familiars.
I’ve always enjoyed her voice, she was one of the very few people that could glue me to the phone for a few hours at a time. We used to stay up all nights on telephone calls talking random nonsense. I didn’t even need an excuse of some bullshit or another. I just love hearing her on the other end.
Was weird.
Now weirder.
She said something about 2006. I don’t think she was missing 2006. I’m not sure what the exact words were. Maybe that she was feeling all 2006.
I just went back to my blog from May, 2006. Some weird things. I even wrote another post titled 3am. That explains my strange sleep pattern.
Anyway, here’s yours.
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