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I want to say something, but the words just fall to the pavement. As I look at you, slack-jawed and defeated, broken branched and beaten, words evade me, and I stare into the nothing, hoping to believe

I hang up. I transfer, because I don’t need your thank-you’s or your falsified pleasantries. The day will come and go, and so will all the disembodied voices. In 4 hour intervals. twice per day. That will