Trina had snuggled back into her bed by the time he call back was had returned to staring at the ceiling, but as soon as her phone began to trill out a feeble chorus of “Yellow Submarine” she imeadiately grabbed her phone and answered with:
“Oh, my god, were did you go?! What happened? I missed you!” and much more, less coherent, exclamations of: Joy, confusion, uncertainty, miss-ing-ness and more joy.
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