“Is that you?”
“Hi! This is Nathan of One Dial, accompanying you this Summer . . .”
[Soft chuckles . . .]
“. . .”
“. . . How did you know it would be me?”
[Whispering . . .]
“I didn't know. I just tried, and it went right at you.”
“. . .”
[Soft chuckles . . .]
“Your voice is actually pretty when you don't stutter and you don't shut me up.”
“That's . . . nice.”
“. . .”
“. . .”
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Thank you.”
[Chuckles . . .]
[Call Ended.]
3 : 21 pm
[Dialing . . .]
[Ring, Ri—]
“Hello . . . You're welcome.”
“Oh . . .”
“And thank you too.”
“You . . .”
[Soft chuckles . . .]
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Will Write Again
Teen FictionDiary entries. Letters. An Ad. After a consecutive peaks of trouble (and an awkward call), Samantha found herself exchanging letters with someone named Nathan. As the days passed, they found themselves sharing deep conversations, wishes and likes...
