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You ask for one little favor.
One simple, little favor.
And it doesn’t materialize.

So you give a call at four o’clock in the morning…

Ring, ring, ring…

“Yeah…?” comes through groggily. “Oh. Yeah, I made it home.”
You say, “Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah…”
“Good,” you say. “Goodnight.” Click.
:)

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