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Nov 2010
The phone rings. It's you.
'' turn on the news'' you say.

I hang up and turn the TV on, smiling.
I see a photograph of a very beautiful girl smiling at the camera. ***! It's you. Baby!!!!! Your pic is on TV. You're on TV.
I get my phone and dial your number. And the voice from TV thunders....

''A dead body of 22 years old white female identified as Diane O'Shea was found beaten and ***** at the parking lot this morning. According to coroner's record........''

I heave a sigh deep with mouth wide open.......
You just called me....
Sometimes when you end a relationship with someone, a part of yourself that loves the person unconditionally dies along with the feeling you have for her/him.
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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   Katrina Kovach
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