Connected

“I want to go home” she cried. “I miss eating at home. I miss my bed and blankets. I miss hanging out with everyone at the park, and eating ice cream, and making fun of Alan’s lame jokes. … I miss you.” He could hear the sadness in her voice and his heart ached. They were connected by nothing other than the telephone wire he gripped so tightly in his hands.

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Connected

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