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“I am still picking up the pieces from
The mess that you have left for me.”
I felt my phone ringing profusely in
My navy blue ripped jean pockets.
I had reached into my pocket, and I
Grabbed my phone out of my pocket.
I picked up the phone, and it was you
That was dialing my phone number.
I answered the phone, and I asked
You please don’t call me again.
