No name. Just the letter. You don’t remember adding this. The number has 14 digits. It has never rung. But sometimes, late at night, you scroll past Z and wonder: Did I plant this for a future me? A spy I haven’t become yet? Or is this a glitch in the simulation of my own loneliness?
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