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Entry Two: "The Call"
Three days after I post the profile, the honest one, the real one, my phone rings.
I'm making dinner. Chopping vegetables for a stir-fry. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board. Steam rising from the rice cooker. The kitchen smells like ginger and garlic and the kind of quiet evening I've learned to love.
Then, I see the name of someone I dated for a short time, pop up on my phone.
I freeze. Knife mid-air. Carrot half-sliced.
This is weird.
