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January 30, 2013 by at 7:26 pm

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  1. Big Jon, Bully says:
    January 30, 2013 at 7:59 pm

    Looks like a painting. Thanks.

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  2. JOB says:
    January 30, 2013 at 10:00 pm

    Clearly the phone is out of order: there is no string knotted to the bottom of the cup.

    Assignment:

    Write a short story in which the main character, who doesn’t even drink coffee, tries to place a call to Gwynedd, Wales, only to find out (too late!) that all long distance calls require an espresso cup.

    JOB

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  3. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says:
    February 1, 2013 at 12:14 am

    They say that on the night of the full moon, you can still hear it ringing… ringing….

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  4. Quin Finnegan says:
    February 1, 2013 at 1:01 am

    or …

    “Urinal”

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  5. Big Jon, Bully says:
    February 1, 2013 at 8:09 am

    I tried to use that phone once during a personal crises. Saw the booth down the block and used the last ounce of strength to get there, hoping to get some help. Maybe I would have called my wife, my priest or therapist; possibly the police. Nothing there but an empty cup.

    That was when things started going downhill.

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