[She ends up lying in bed, in the darkness, letting the light from her computer illuminate her dimly as she listens, over and over, catches every word, thinks about it. Thinks about where she's been. The things they've said to each other in the past, and here, and now. What she'd say if she was calling him instead. About the people she loves, and cares about, and the people who hate her and the people she could hate.
5/6
Some lists are longer than others.]