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The telephone.
He has bought it. By request, he has got one. Finally, according to … everyone. The telephone.
It’s there, near the chimney. Yellow, with a very irritating bell. After giving the contact number mostly to everyone, and after that first excitement that produced all those calls, everything calmed down … People reached out to him once in a while, around the same hours at first, what had actually helped him to get used to the machine. Then, unexpectedly.
The machine became a presence, there, by the chimney.
Like a wound about to happen.
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