[ While she had the drive and guts to pursue the toughest of stories as a journalist, Karen is finding herself lacking courage when it came to attempting to call Frank. It’s late at night and she can’t sleep. He’s on her mind. He’s been on her mind since he walked out of her apartment. She keeps analyzing and overanalyzing every gesture he made and word he uttered, but no amount of thinking about it seems to bring her peace.
There’s only one thing to do. She reaches for her phone and quickly opens her contacts, finding the pseudonym she put his number in under and quickly thumbing a text to him. If he gets it, he gets it. If he doesn’t… Well, she probably won’t be falling asleep very easily. That’s the price you pay for a head full of thoughts. ]
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There’s only one thing to do. She reaches for her phone and quickly opens her contacts, finding the pseudonym she put his number in under and quickly thumbing a text to him. If he gets it, he gets it. If he doesn’t… Well, she probably won’t be falling asleep very easily. That’s the price you pay for a head full of thoughts. ]
Hey. Are you awake?