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Eduardo was wet and chilled to his bones.
His hair glued to his forehead, he called Mark for what seemed like the thousandth time by now.
“Hi… Mark.” The sound of rain pitt-patted on the cobblestone road, transferring from his phone onto copper wires that delivered it to Mark’s voicemail.
“I froze the account.”
Lights blinded him as an in-airport shuttle passed by him.
“I hope you're not mad at me. I just…”
He looked at the night sky, perhaps searching for stars where there was only light pollution.
“This is our thing, Mark. Facebook is our thing. I can't have you…1 I’ll be honest...2 I don't…3”
He laughed into the speaker, “I’m not making any sense, am I?”
He hangs up the phone. He’ll take a taxi to Palo Alto.
1. If you don't keep me around. return to text
2. I feel like you’re isolating me in New York. return to text
3. Want you to leave me out of the loop. return to text
