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“Hello?”

“Who is this?” asked the elderly lady on the other end of the phone. I chucked to myself. Mildly demading for someone calling me. How dare I answer the phone at the place she was trying to call, after all. Wherever it was.

“This is Dixie. Who is this?”

“Sorry. I must have the wrong number,” she says, rather sheepishly.

“S’okay. Bye!”