perhaps the beginning of a story? interesting up until the last line.

When she dials the number for the first time, she feels a sense of amazement at the pattern the sequence makes on the keypad — not yet knowing whether this code will be something she’ll memorize, or if this folded slip of paper will get lost, misfiled like the memories of so many other girls before. She indulges herself this “so many” distinction as the phone rings. The answering machine picks up, and she is forced to decide: message or no?