I stand beside the organic raspberries, my phone pressed to my ear. It’s a message from Scott. "Hiiii Rachey, its Scott, I hope your days goin' good, I'm on the mass pike driving home........um and the-OH MY GOD! I just hit a pigeon, ohmygod I just hit a pigeon, oh my God, I'm ok, I'm not hurt but I just hit a bird and I don't think he died or anything, there's no blood or feathers, but that was terrifying!..."
I press the nine to save. “This message will be saved for twenty-one days.”
I buy the raspberries and leave to find someone to laugh with.
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