I swore under my breath, and I stayed there staring at the heartless black telephone on its hook. And now I wanted to say: come back, oh come back, only let me hear your voice again, your voice talking about tigers, beautiful tigers. But it was too late to tell Mara that I understood about tigers, or even elephants, that I would love a giraffe if she spoke about giraffes. And why had I become so angry suddenly?
— Sep 07, 2025 06:05PM
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