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Her voice was low and husky like a torch singer in a smoke-filled bar. It sent shivers down his spine and made him think of long dark nights and sweaty sheets. I wonder if the face matches the voice, he thought. Would it matter? His damp hand convulsively tightened on the phone and he took a deep breath, swallowed, and replied to the voice on the other end of the line.
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Telephone booths in new york are so dirty. I personally think they should have cleaning crews just for the telephone booths.
I tried so hard to prepare my booth for the craft show. I spent weeks making bags and totes--spent way to much money, too. I really wanted to succeed, but life always seems to catch me off guard. First there was the weather. Who would have thought that it would rain almost two inches that day? Other than Noah, not many customers showed up to buy the bags I made. They were adorable, if I do say so myself. No hyperbole there...