... which I let roll right to voicemail.
No update received.
Nothing to discuss.
Not about to indulge Audrey's attention whoring.
Whether sis has cancer or no? Yeah. That's all about my sister, not about Audrey.
And in this sick, twisted game of "telephone twattery," if I dare to answer the phone, then that somehow gives Audrey tacit license to call ME 30-40 times a day.
Ain't nobody got time for that!
Dare I check my voicemail?
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