I’m a texter. I’m addicted. I actually prefer texting to phone calls; you can talk to seven people at once as opposed to just one, and SMS messages tend to cut down on conversational fluff that saps your precious time. Because most people aren’t addicted like me, they don’t care to shoot the breeze with their fingers. In fact, that tends to mean they don’t text me at all, but leave me voicemail after voicemail, in spite of the fact that I tell them I very rarely check my voicemail. Unfortu
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