These imaginary conversations she has. They don't make it better. If anything they make her more angry. What's the point of reconstructing arguments? The time has gone. She was a different person back then, and talking to him was different. Now, she limits what she says, and avoids him. He could write if he wanted, or learn how to use a computer. The extreme fatigue she feels when she puts the phone down after talking with him permeates all the way through to her marrow, to the centre of her brain, to the centre of her chest, into her heart.
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