He called again. The girls and I went downstairs for lunch, and I freaked out. Because I hate making calls for this reason. I HATE it. I may seem secure and confident, but when I don't have the boobs and the batting eyelashes to hide behind, I'm not so good. Except for on the phone at work. Then I have to rely on the "sexy" voice, hence
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