Please Pick Up

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 "Please, please, please," I muttered under my breath. "Pick up the phone."

There were another few seconds of silence, broken only by the ringing tone coming from my phone. Then it stopped.

I groaned. Out of all the times he chose not to answer, this was probably the worst.

I ran around a corner in the maze, tucking my phone back into my hoodie pocket. It split into three directions. Behind me, I could hear the footsteps getting louder. I took the middle passage, but not for any particular reason. It just sounded better than staying put to find out which way to go. Especially with them chasing me.

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