Cosmic forces are trying to contact me, but they punk out after one ring. For four out of the last five mornings, I've woken up to either a phantom cell phone ring or the doorbell. Not my regular cell chime, and no footprints in the snow outside the door. This morning, the image was my husband opening a cash register drawer. Now, either lots of angels are getting their wings, or something cosmic is in the works.
Come on, fate, knock harder. I'm listening.
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You know, I just read a thing the other night about phone calls from the dead, and how they take a few tries to get through... did you have anyone die real recently?
Or did you bring someone back from the dead? Maybe it's a monkey's paw kind of deal.
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