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number,” I said.

I ended the call. Set the phone down. Looked at my screen.

Not satisfaction. Satisfaction would have been too warm. Something cooler. The specific sensation of saying a true thing so cleanly it requires no follow-up.

I said wrong number and hung up, and then sat very still because I realized that phrase was exactly what I had been saying continue reading …