Friday the 13th.
She stared at the telephone – her tormenter - practically willing it to talk. She looked at the number scrawled on a matchbook again, as if the digits weren't burned into her brain. Finally, hands thrumming with nerves, she dialed. One ring. Heart racing. Two rings. Palms sweating. Three rings. "Hi, I'm not in right now…
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3 comments:
Haha! KICKASS snippet.
happy birthday honeybun :)
Happy Birthday, querida maisnon!!!
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