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All he could do was run, pouring out his frustration. In the stillness of the night, he looked completely unhinged. Eventually, he collapsed at the side of the road, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Again and again, he dialed my number. But as expected, all he heard was the same cold, mechanical voice. The phone number he once knew by heart was already out of service. I had snapped my SIM card in half and tossed it into the trash the day before he left. By then, I was already on the plane, soaring toward freedom.