“Hello?”
Hi, is Michelle there? It’s me; I gotta speak with her.
“I’m sorry, that’s not possible.”
Please go get her, tell her it’s me.
I need to hear her laugh.
“I’m sorry, but there’s No Telephone to Heaven.”
What? Why not? There used to be!
“It was deemed way too dangerous.”
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I would agree. Very dangerous. Not to mention all your most interesting departed friends probably wouldn’t be there anyway. Good one!
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Thanks Joe – Glad you liked it.
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There certainly OUGHT to be!
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