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Reblogged by mbrubeck@mefi.social:
dirtyoldtown@mefi.social ("DirtyOldTown") wrote:
When I was growing up, we lived for about five years in a house whose landline was two juxtaposed digits from the local drug and alcohol crisis line. We got wrong numbers all the time.
I remember one particular time a guy called up crying saying everything he did in life was wrong and he really needed help. And, being eleven years old, all I could do was try and be nice when I told him he had also dialed the wrong number.