Here's where I admit I sometimes linger at the end of listening to my voicemail, just waiting in silence for a short pause after the point where the robot seductress says, "press seven to delete the message; press nine to save it."
I wait for maybe five seconds max--doing nothing, filing my mental fingernails--so I can hear my personal-voicemail-femmebot ask me, with no trace of sadness or real concern, "Are you still there?......Are you still there?.....Are you still there?"
Mmmmm...
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