Wednesday, June 25, 2003

The phone call wasn't anything, more news about nothing, but it started Chick thinking about phone calls in general. Like why people who you didn't want to call you back did and people who you did, didn't. Chick was missing people. She missed T and the Boy. She missed her old friends who were settled into lives that didn't have room for her. She even missed people who she hadn't technically lost. Like Q. Chick had left a few messages on her best friend's voicemail and received a few messages in return. The feeling was definitely mutual; that they should talk, get together, share stories, but no time was set. There were scheduling conflicts, deadlines - on both sides. Chick understood but it still made her sad. "I'm just hungry. I should probably eat." Chick decided, checking the time. "Or I'm about to bleed." She ammended, checking her datebook. A friend pinged her to check on the lunch situation. "Let's take care of the hunger first." Chick decided, getting up to go. "We'll deal with the gut-wrenching cramps later."

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