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anyway here’s an excerpt from the best writing i’ve done lately (aka last night)

Edith’s words echo in my head. The Unreality will never make us real. She’s right. She always is. And I half hope that the phone will begin to ring again. That her presence will be on the other end and I’ll be the one to answer and Jenny won’t have to yell at ten past one. That she’ll make my racing mind go quiet, because she’s Edith Kingsley Stevens, and her very existence can pause the world for however long she needs it too.

The phone doesn’t ring though. And I find my hope of the ringtone turning into hope that she is safe and warm in a hotel thinking about anything but the argument. The phone doesn’t ring. So I sit in the kitchen and wait until it does.