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“Hello?”

“Hey Rachel, it’s me.”

“Ah, hi Mike, I was just about to call you, what a coincidence.”

“Yeah, coincidence… hey, I’m gonna be a little late getting home tonight—”

“Hey, another coincidence, that’s just why I was gonna call you! I’m gonna be late, too! I’m a bit tied up at work.”

“Heh. Funny, so am I.”

“Oh, really? I’ve got paperwork, things to schedule and reschedule… it’s a nightmare.”

“I can imagine.”

“So, what are you tied up with, Mikey?”

“Oh, twine as thick as my thumb.”

“…Sorry, what?”

“I’ll talk to you later Rachel, I’ve to see a guy about a negotiation involving firearms. Start some of that leftover pulled pork in the fridge if you get home first, ’kay?”

“Um… sure thing. Bye.”

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