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Untitled by Barbara Keegan (a Short Story Contest entry) 

They send cards and texts and messages on Facebook. I know they are thinking of me. But we don't talk. We just exchange written pleasantries. This way of communicating is strange; yes, it is nice to be remembered, but it leaves me feeling hollow. 

Sometimes I think I have a lot of friends. But then I realize....I just know a lot of people.