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Michael’s knees cracked as he crouched. At six feet two, he felt it would be kinder on his body to be level with the phone than bend for the duration of the conversation.
After inserting the quarter, he dialed and waited. Schoolchildren gawked as they passed, hiding giggles beneath cupped hands.
“Hello?” She answered.
Michael hesitated. Everything he wanted to say vanished.
“Hello?” She repeated with a hint of sarcasm that he missed dearly; she had a quick wit and a lively mind.
“Miranda…I can’t do this anymore.”
“Mike, you’ve been a substitute for a week. Suck it up.”