Phone Talk

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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The phone conversation Late in the evening, my daughter brought me an apparat that made it possible to talk to the dead. The first on the line was an electrician complaining I hadn't paid him; sure, how could I pay you when You died before I had money ready? You could have bought flowers and visited the funeral. You are right I could but omitted to do so Because I had no money and it was raining that day. You could use an umbrella. I haven't got one, No self-respecting seaman will be seen alive with one. Besides I was on a ship near the Azores when you died. This man always complaining, static noise and other Voices disturbed the talk. I thought some people never stop moaning however Long they have been dead.

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