this is a talking message

When I’m freaking out about work, I tend to be terrible about returning phone calls. What happened today is a standard Sunday phenomenon:  I’m in my apartment, reading some ungodly book about human rights and collective memory, and my parents call me. And text me. 10 times. They’re very supportive people. Not sure exactly what happened here, but I don’t hate it.

— Arielle

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