101 voicemails

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"i saw her today. she was standing in front of me in line at that little coffee shop on holly street. i didn't think she'd even know who i was. but she did.

she turned around to me and smiled. and that smile was just so bright, so genuine. she'd said, 'oh, hey! how are you?' i'd told her i was fine, thanks, and how was she? she told me she was great, actually. she said she'd tell you i said hi.

i didn't mention that it wasn't necessary because i'd been calling you so often. she didn't need to know. that is, if you haven't already told her. you probably have. i bet you tell her everything.

but then, i still feel that i know you best. i know you in a deeper way that i don't think anyone else ever will.

i know that the scar right below your knee is from a bike accident you had when you were young, that you have a secret fear of heights. i know that once, when you were seven, you told a girl she was fat because your friend told you to and you still regret it to this day, because you knew even then that she wouldn't forget it."