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229 minutes, 44 seconds--
length of a phone call, or number of smiles reaching beyond a distance of that many miles. Within the hollowed courses of phone wires strung out, emotions play at will. Sheer distance holding love at bay, even still. As two souls share thoughts no lulls impede life or laughter. Far flung future beckons down the road, across the country-- beyond 229 minutes, 44 seconds.
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