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In 2006 I have not returned the calls of:
My mother
A very good friend who I suspect has some news
The couple friend
The pregnant friend
An old summertime friend
A client
With each day turned into weekend, into week and sometimes into month, I grow more afraid of the voice on the other end of the line. My phone admonishes me with every ring.
I know why this happens. I am an icy telephone conversationalist. It takes me forty five minutes or longer to thaw into an ease of exchange. I could call for ten minutes maybe twenty, but its just like taking a frozen car to the grocery store, by the time I've warmed up I have to go.
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