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August 20, 2008
I was on my way out the door when my cell started ringing from deep within the bowels of the oversized handbag I was carrying.

Digging for it through overstuffed wallet, camera, comb, two books, a hair scrunchy, an airline bag tag, allergy pills and a bottle of water, I finally reach it as it stops ringing. (Of course.)

I open it up to view my “1 missed call” figuring it to be Suz.
But your name slaps me in face and steals my breath. Why did you call? Why do you keep doing this to me? I can’t cope!