Saturday, December 12, 2009

Five Minutes


Your cell phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

You shrug, and answer anyway.

The voice on the other line says, "Can I have five minutes of your time?"

You answer yes, and the caller immediately hangs up.

Then, you look at the clock.

...And you feel five fucking minutes older.

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