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The Number
She took the bulky
cellular phone
with its heavy, over-bearing
battery pack from the floor of the
truck she knew from repeated trials
that reception was poor out here
and required a powerful set even so
making a connection was a matter of
trial and error she switched on the
receiver and checked the power
indicator about, almost 80% that
should be enough putting her hand on
her knee she squeezed herself
painfully until her knee bled and dialed
his number.
cellular phone
with its heavy, over-bearing
battery pack from the floor of the
truck she knew from repeated trials
that reception was poor out here
and required a powerful set even so
making a connection was a matter of
trial and error she switched on the
receiver and checked the power
indicator about, almost 80% that
should be enough putting her hand on
her knee she squeezed herself
painfully until her knee bled and dialed
his number.
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