Friday night, 12am.
Unable to contain his exhilaration, Caleb nearly tripped into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Hands shaking, he typed his password into his desktop computer and waited for the home screen to load. He cued up Skype. He cursed out his computer for taking so long; he had been yearning for this moment for days. He leaned forward, looking at his inactive Skype page for what felt like an eternity before the incoming call alert rang out:
"Tim Bautista would like to video call"
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Tuesday Afternoon
Unable to contain his exhilaration, Caleb nearly tripped into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Hands shaking, he typed his password into his desktop computer and waited for the home screen to load. He cued up Skype. He cursed out his computer for taking so long; he had been yearning for this moment for days. He leaned forward, looking at his inactive Skype page for what felt like an eternity before the incoming call alert rang out:
"Tim Bautista would like to video call"
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Tuesday Afternoon