"I don't like it," she says when I answer the phone. It's the first thing, before Hi or Hey or even It's me. But I know exactly what she's talking about.
"Me neither," I tell her.
It's like this every time. She leaves and I spend the next two days pretending to work when really I'm trying to figure out why this part of it hasn't gotten any easier after two and a half years.
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