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The Telephone Booth

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I walk the streets, searching for the big red box. I know it's here, I know it is. No one but I love it, and it loves none but I. Many a day have I spent within it, dreaming and wishing myself away, to another world. It calls no-one anymore, calls no-one. No one, but I.





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