On Loss

It was ten o’clock on a Tuesday night. I had just turned off my lamp, added my last witty remark to our nightly group text, and was ready to turn in for the night. Less than 10 minutes later I heard my phone ring; I turned over to see my best friend’s name appear on the screen. I ignored it, as I am prone to do, and let it ring out loud and clear into my quiet night. She called back. Then again. And again. Continue reading

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