...night time came around, though it had taken its time. it was even colder than usual.

i lit another cigarette and poured a thick glass of the usual, plus one for her; though i knew it would remain untouched. all i could do was sit awkwardly and watch her pace the apartment.
i could just make out the fuzz of the radio in the other room, it had slipped between stations, and i knew just how it felt.

under her breath i thought i heard the words "no news is good news..." quietly escape.

then it happened. the ringing... and then, "hello?!"

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