"Hey"
Meg's voice echoed into my ear.
"Meg."
"Haven't talked to you in a while."
"That's because you dumped me."
"Yeah...why are you coming to me?"
"Only person I could think of."
"Well it's nice hearing your voice."
"Thanks."
"I see you in the halls every once in a while."
"Same"
"Look Isaac I'm really sorry about-you know."
"It's okay."
"Really it's not."
"You had a real reason to do it."
"I know, but I'm sorry."
"It's aight, I'm over it."
"Good."
"So you want to hang?"
"Tomorrow."
"Yep."
"See you."
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One Contact
Short StoryShe finds a phone on the sidewalk. There is no trace of someone ever owning it, except one single contact, 'Unknown'. When she texts the number someone replies.
