it’s cold out there…

I once knew of people who were so lonely they would call up the helplines printed on soup cans and soda bottles just to hear a kind voice on the other end of the telephone line. There was nothing wrong with their soup, and no bugs in their drinks, but simply a gaping loneliness in their hearts that gnawed without respite.

Then automated answering machines were invented, and all these people died inside.

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