So we fought. Verbally. I don't quite remember how the process flow's like now.
It all started nice and lovely, sweet. I was smiling. I don't know how it could end up with a slam on the phone. More surpringly, I was the one who hung up on you, which has never happened before, never in my life I hung up on anyone, let alone you. I stared at the phone in my hand, and I just felt like crying. But, nothing happened. I couldn't even squeeze out a drop of tear. It's dry. Cold.
I couldn't sleep anymore. It's only 6am.
I don't like this dream.
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