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My home phone rang at 3:30 am.
“What the hell do you want?”

It was my brother.

“I just wanted to hear what you sounded like
at 3:30 in the morning.”

He laughed and then hung up on me.

I put the phone back on the receiver,
and I turned the lamp off and went back to sleep
thinking how nice it felt to be loved.