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London – December 1st, 1988
Another day, another day waiting for Bob to call me. I can’t stress enough how upset I have been in not hearing from him. Every evening, I sit anticipating the phone to ring and, when it does, my heart leaps fifteen-feet into the air.
When the phone rang this evening, at the exact time Bob said he was going to call, the butterflies in my stomach set off into a frenzied flight. I even noticed my hand shaking before I lifted the receiver and announced ‘hello’. But when I heard the voice at the other end of the phone, all those butterflies descended into a thick concrete mixture, making me have a heavy feeling inside my stomach.
I wasn’t expecting Mike to call so…
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