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Tip of the Iceberg
FROWNING, Carmen stood up. She looked around her. Her colleagues were all busy in their own workstations. Not even one gave her a glance. She sat again. She grabbed her phone. She composed a message immediately. How did you know? She straightened on her chair when she read the response to her text. Stop frowning, babe. No biting your lips either. I miss you. She placed the mobile phone back on the table. Prima left three days ago. Her wife said that she has an important errand to run. Her presence is needed back home. The woman promised to get in touch on regular basis. Since day one, Carmen has been receiving text messages during the day. Nightly and early mornings, they were talking on the phone. It was new for her. Never before that she looked forward to anyone’s text message
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