he makes me cry

"We can't all be the same," he says. "If we all looked the same this world would be a terrible place."

I say ok. But it comes out in a whisper - a weak one - my voice caught in my throat.

"Don't worry about it. You're fine. Don't be sad. You're fine ok... ...Are you there? Hey?"

...I'm there. "I'm here."

"Ok. You're fine. Eh? We'll talk tomorrow. Good night."

Ok.


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Lola.
i'm a telephone crier.