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The broken payphone swallowed Sally's last quarter. The dial tone buzzed like trapped hornets against her ear.
She leaned against the graff...
The broken payphone swallowed Sally's last quarter. The dial tone buzzed like trapped hornets against her ear.
She leaned against the graffiti-scarred booth, smelling stale cigarette ash and rust. "Jeff? It's me." Her knuckles whitened around the receiver. "Can you meet at Benny's Diner? Eight o'clock?" ...
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