“I must be dreaming!” I said to myself as I walked around the corner of the old brick building and saw the aging phone booth.
“I haven’t seen one of those in years!” Cell phones had pretty much sent phone booths the way of the dinosaur.
Even though I never had the cause to use them much, they did hold a sweet ring of nostalgia.
I walked up to the phone booth, running my finger over the fading red paint on the surrounding box. I smiled as I saw the push button dial, even with the buttons, it seemed quaint.
“What? 50 cents?” I sighed. I looked up to see the modern building and knew I was in the present time after all.
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