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Be bored, call me, I will be glad to see your missed!!!

Call at 4 am: - Hello! And you have a herd of deer running around?
Calm response: - And what behind?

You know what the wild? We lose those closest to you is simply this: not forgiving, not calling, not writing...

When you call me, my phone not just the backlight... he glows with happiness...

That's terrible: call or lack of call means the difference between love and just friendship, between happiness and another hit in the trenches of warfare, and the feeling you have at the same time, each time becomes heavier.

Call me... or I you, but be sure to call, okay? I mean, it's not a competition. No one will lose if they call first.

I can't stand when he says "I'll call you right back", and calls back only 800 million heartbeats...

- How are you?
- 20 times calling, and all the time the answering machine.
- A good sign.
- A good sign?
- If it does not, then, afraid not to resist!

... called someone, as it seemed to him, very important; now he can't remember what it was that phone call, that's what he was doing with us.

I was expecting your call, you were expecting my call, but called the others and we returned to our lives.

Someone should take the trouble to calculate how many years of his life lady spends waiting for calls from men.

I called and called. The line was busy, and I eventually realized she will not be released ever. But every time I dialed the number, a few seconds I believed that will hear your voice. LaSorda. Legalita. And this hope is blind sinking soul, like a ski overclocking before you dive into the fog, all that I had time to perechuvstvovat until the dial has returned to the place, with quiet chatter twirling the last digit of your phony numbers, tilted infinity, because it was happiness. Eight, two delicate stomata under each other, and indistinct line of bushes in a dusty window...

Hello! Unfortunately, our answering machine is currently broken. Since you said the refrigerator. Please, please, slow down: I have a vibration all the time the pencil slides.

If I end up in hell, I know the punishment:
We will talk to you for hours.
When you gonna call me, will never be taken,
No second lines and the network lockups,
The best rate, the reception is flawless,
The term of payment of length infinity
When I think about it, sin reluctance.
Are you calling again? So bad I did something!