The Phone
He looks at the phone with longing. Wanting to make the call. He reached out. Cold piece of metal and plastic conveying human warmth and well wishes.
It is enough that they breath the same air and share the warmth of the same sun.
He stayed his hand. And smiled.
It is enough that they breath the same air and share the warmth of the same sun.
He stayed his hand. And smiled.
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