āHello?ā I said into the phone, accepting the call from a number I didnāt recognize. āHey,ā the feminine voice on the other replied, as though I should know the sound of her voice. At a loss, I said, āCan I help you?ā āItās Brooke.ā Her name stopped me. It couldnāt possibly be her. We hadnāt spoken in years, a decade perhaps. āBrooke?ā āYeah, Brooke Baker. This is Mark, right?ā Jesus Christ. It was her. āYeah, it is Mark. Brooke. Wow. How are you? Itās been a long time sinceā¦ wellā¦ since anything.ā āI know.ā āSo, how are you doing?ā āOkay, I supposeā¦ā Her voice belied her words, though. Something was up. āIā¦ Itās just been so long and I guess I wanted to hear your voice.ā āI donāt think I had a number for you. Ever. I offered a couple of times, butā¦ā āI was a brat back then.ā And thatās how a random phone call turned into a two-and-a-half hour catch-up session. We spoke of everything under the sun: people we still knew, how different we were, h...
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