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02. 6.04 I don't know but I've been phoned!...

Tonight, while cleaning out behind a radiator, I found a folded up piece of paper. It was actually a note I had written to Bernadette while she was on the phone, answering a call that the caller ID identified as only "Private Call". The note is as follows:

Sarge: Drop and give me 20 Private Call!
Private: Sir, yes sir!
Sarge: You call those push-ups son?!
Private: Um, yes?
Sarge: You make me sick Private Call!

I remember the note having the desired effect, and Bernadette laughing in the middle of her conversation while she was on the phone with Private Call.


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