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- January 03, 2021

Jonathan felt foolish hanging up- also sad. Calling the phone company was unnecessary. His was obviously working fine, but silent for days.

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: Santa Monica, California, United States; All rights reserved. ©2024.Solomon M. Matsas. This blog is about stories and images. Stories are my own, images are random. All for fun, hobby.

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