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May 2016
Kimberly answers the phone, but not
before polishing the last finger off.

The Christmas lights pierce her
window and reflect off the
bright pink nails; she blows on
them as she picks up the phone.

'Hello' she says.

There's dead silence.

'Hum'

She puts the phone back
on the receiver and
starts on her toes.
Alexander Coy
Written by
Alexander Coy  Austin
(Austin)   
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