"MG?"
" . . . . "
"MG?"
" . . . . "
"I can hear you breathing so I know you're there . . . I'm guessing you're still mad at me and I'm sorry. I was trying to apologize before you hung up on me."
" . . . . "
"MG, I'm sorry. I really am. It's just that - when people - okay. *exhales* Because our friendship started off of a phone call -"
"Hit and run."
"Hit and run. Physical appearance didn't matter. You kept calling because my voice is beautiful and I keep answering because I have no life."
"This apology is really coming together nicely."
"MG, I don't want you to be mad at me. Of course I've thought about us meeting. We've been talking for a month but it feels like a lifetime. I've had dreams about us -"
"You dream about me often?"
"Stop interrupting."
"Sorry."
"I've had dreams about us meeting and I just don't want you to be . . . I don't know, disappointed if I don't look the way you've been imagining me."
"How I've been imagining you? . . . How tall are you, Runner?"
"Five-five."
"What color is your hair?"
"Black, why?"
"What's your bra si-"
"What is your point MG?"
"I've imagined a girl with honey brown eyes and black soft hair. I imagine a girl that comes up to my chin cause I'm only five-nine. I imagine a girl that paints kale and chocolate pudding cups -"
"I didn't paint a -"
"Don't interrupt. She likes to paint with green and browns and apparently purple. I imagine a girl that is just as beautiful as the voice she speaks with."
" . . . . "
"Am I close?"
" . . . . "
"Hello?"
"Thank you, MG."
"No problem Runner."
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