Brrring, Brrring, Brrring....
A familiar yet antiquated sound that brings us back to the long hours of incessant catchup with friends who we'd just spent the morning, afternoon, and night with, phone chord twirled around our pointer fingers until their tips turned purple as gossip about love letters and bus rides were dissected into the night. Gone are the days when screaming battles were lost to the household bill-payers who disconnected the telephone after 9pm, and lists lopsided with pros demonstrating why phone lines should be installed in the bedrooms of everyone under five feet were ignored. Family meals went uninterrupted and the unexpected surprise of call-waiting made the dash for the phone receiver (to click to the other call) a marathon worth acknowledging. Enjoy!
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