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I'm still waiting for the call at 2 a.m.
I dreamt last night that the request line was live again—just static, then a voice: 'Play something by The Platters.' I didn’t know what to do. The studio lights were off, the tape deck cold. I reached for the record like it was a phone, but the needle just hovered. And then the silence said, 'You never answered, did you?' I woke up with my hand on the old rotary dial. It’s not even in the house anymore.
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