a voicemail rec'd today at noon upon exiting the sweltering subway:
hey, it's b. just calling to say, "Hi." i was thinking of you because it's so hot, and i know you're probably miserable. i just wanted to let you know that you are not fat.
love you, and call me later if you want. i'm around. running errands, watching the food channel.
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