Ian Taylor

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And so I walked all the way back to my apartment watching the lights from the cars zipping down 3rd Avenue like stars. So I unlocked the door, and locked it behind me and I sat down beside the telephone in my tiny apartment, hoping the phone would ring—just like hopefully somebody will call 304-252-0430 right now, and then maybe I won’t be so lonely anymore.
The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. I
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