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I soon started to cry, too. "Will you stay on the line with me? Even if I just cry and don't say anything?"
"Yeah," Joey said.
For a couple of minutes, we said nothing. God, Joey was a silent crier, beautiful. I stiffled some weeps but the sniffles got the best of me. I put my phone on speaker so I could listen to both of our cries filling the empty stillness in the night.
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Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
