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Saw I had a missed call from a friend. Knew immediately they hadn't meant to call. They never call. They never text. But I checked anyway. And my initial thought was correct. I knew I should have just ignored it and pretended I never even saw the missed call.

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I want to pack my life away in a box. Stored at the back of the garage, forgotten by all who once knew it.

There is nothing about it worth remembering. Or keeping. So when the box is rediscovered, it get thrown out with the trash. Because that's all it's worth.