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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.
Written by marcella1
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