We’ve spoken often, but we’ve never met.
The phone rang shrilly for several seconds. Amos held the phone tightly in his sweaty palm. This isn't the first time they had spoken.. He sat in the chair by the cluttered desk and twizzled the chair back and forth waiting for the pick up. Click. "Hello," said a pleasant female voice. He hesitated a beat, sweat beads popping out on his forehead. "Get a grip guy," he said to himself. "Hello, " he stuttered, "Um, hi," he repeated nervously. Thank God the voice on the other end is patient. He started again. this time with more confidence. "Hi again," he said smiling and hoping the smile would make his voice sound pleasant. "It's Amos, we'e spoken often, but we've never met. How are you this evening?
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