Wrong number. Right timing. I left my ex the world’s most unhinged breakup voicemail—complete with colorful language, a few creative threats, and a playlist he could shove where the sun doesn’t shine. Only…I vented to the wrong number.Worse? The stranger listened to my rambling rant and had the nerve to respond. With sarcasm, brutal honesty, …
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