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You thought about it

You never bothered to bring your reading glasses so I managed calls for you. Numbers, an array of crisscrossed scribbles filling the empty space and names you'd soon forget when the letters jumbled out o f f o c u s . I am the exception. Bolded, my name is the weight of giants slapped upon you luminescent screen setting your nerves on fire. Though maybe it was an accident, and your unfocused hand awakened my sleeping mind discovering all the reasons I wished you had called me back.

You thought about it

You never bothered to bring your reading glasses so I managed calls for you. Numbers, an array of crisscrossed scribbles filling the...