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I finished up the work I needed to do, and the whole time my phone kept buzzing insistently in my apron pocket. Finally as I was getting in the car and lighting up my final cigarette of the night (hey, I deserved it after working a double shift) I pulled my phone out and saw that I had six texts from him.“Something’s going on up the street” the first one read, followed by “ambulances and police cars on the block do u no wats happening” and “this looks like a big deal there blocking off the whole street now when will u b home” and “you need to park the next street over and walk through the back yard” and “hey r u ok” and “text me back.” Spelling had never been his strong suit, obviously.I found all these text strange for two reasons – one, it WAS odd that there were police cars and ambulances and that the whole street was blocked off and two, it really wasn’t like him to take that level of interest or concern in where I might need to park. Apathy runs both ways, apparently.