[Something flashes in Mike's eyes, a momentary epiphany of absolute horror. Voicemail and occasional text messages were a much needed barrier from face-to-face interaction. What if they all just start showing up at his apartment when they want something? There's a tiny squeak caught in the back of his throat, but eventually he gets an answer out.]
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Nevermind... I'll get... a new phone.
[And this is why he'll never toss that Nokia.]