I wiggled the power cord around, trying to find an angle to keep charging my phone properly. But every time I moved it, it caused the call to dip briefly.
"I just ... ink you need ... be more ... tive."
"Hun, I know that, but-"
"No, no ... about this! You ... ter or we're ..."
"Sorry, we're what?"
The groan of anger lasted past three dips.
"That's it, we're ..."
I kept fiddling with the cord, until I realised this dip was rather long, which was because the phone had run out of power and was off.
When I managed to call, she'd dipped, permanently.
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