I know that this is the weirdest way ever to get a message to you but it seems to be all I have. I don't have your new number so I called your job and asked them to ask you to call me. You left me a message (and it was good to hear your voice by the way) and said that the 916 number was yours but you didn't leave the full number and my phone must have been off when you called because no number showed up in my screen. Anyway, of course "job" asks a million zillion questions when I call so I would rather not go that route again. So please give me a call.
Miss you dearly,
Jaha
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