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Text, email, facebook or a tweet.
Why not pick up a phone?
Your voice is so very sweet.


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  1. Melissa Camara WilkinsFebruary 10, 2012 at 9:26 AM

    My sweet voice is generally accompanied by a toddlery backup singer! And by singer it is possible I mean screamer. ;) My phone gets very little use at this juncture...

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2012 at 4:39 PM

    I agree with the message in your Six Word Friday post.

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  3. ayalaFebruary 10, 2012 at 4:59 PM

    Nice :)

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  4. SaraFebruary 10, 2012 at 7:15 PM

    Guilty as charged...I'm horrible at picking up the phone ;) I envy your relationships with your sisters...I'm an only child

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  5. pattisjFebruary 10, 2012 at 8:10 PM

    That's lovely! I'm not very good at picking up the phone, either. Spent too many years bound to one at work. Poor excuse, isn't it?

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  6. Masked MomFebruary 11, 2012 at 6:15 AM

    We don't even have a landline phone at the moment. (I held on to it for a really long time, but literally six to eight months went by with NO ONE using it--except the telemarketers who would leave messages on the machine--so I started wondering why I was being so stubborn about it.) And so many cell phones are great at other things, but horrible for actually having a phone conversation. I really miss the hours-long conversations I sometimes used to have with my sisters and several close friends, though.

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