Something cosmic; something personal.

When four boys you haven't heard from in a while all send you a text within thirty minutes, just to ask how you are, you've got to think it's something cosmic.

The next morning, when you answer them all, and no one sends any back, you've got to think it's something personal.

Maybe I should start working on responding to texts when I actually receive them.

Never mind. Even if Small Town is going out of town for the weekend, I'll find someone to spend Friday night with. I always do.

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