By that time of the day, the phone more so shrilled rather than rang. The muted, sterile noise that screamed out of it pierced my ears at a mosquito level annoyance.
“Anonymous” it read on the caller ID and I answered with the practiced greeting just like I would for or any other call, my own voice raising an octave, making my skin crawl.
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