"Morgan? What the fuck? It's like two in the morn -"
"Parks, I'm scared."
"What's wrong, Morgan?"
"I'm home alone. And someone just knocked on the door. I'm scared, Parker."
"Oh, um, it's going to be okay, Morgan, it was probably just the -"
"I heard it again. What if someone's trying to kill me. Fuck. I can't die, Parks, I'm too young to die."
"You're not going to die, Morgan. I'm here. Hide somewhere safe, or call your parents. Unless this person is trying to break in, don't call the police. It might be a false alarm."
"Okay, I'm going to sneak and try to find the house phone and contact my pare - WHY THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKER STILL KNOCKING ON MY FUCKING DOOR, LIKE DO NOT GET THAT NO ONE IS FUCKING HOME AND THAT I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO TALK TO THEM AND THAT EVEN IF THERE WAS SOMEONE HOME, THAT THEY'D BE FUCKING SLEEPING BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING TWO IN THE MORNING?"
"Morgan, chill. Calm down. Deep breaths."
"HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CHILL OUT WHEN I'M GOING TO GET MURDERED?"
"Morgan."
"Oh, wait, my mom is calling, hold on."
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"False alarm, Parks, it was my mom. She left her house keys at home. Oops."
"Wow."
"Sorry, Parks. Thanks for being there."
"Of course, Morgan. Anytime. Now go to sleep. No more 2am calls."
"No promises."
"Whatever."
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You've Got Voicemail
Short StoryA story of conversations between two girls in which they exchange witty conversations, secrets, and find themselves. "Hey, this is Morgan. So I'm going to need-" "Um, I don't know a Morgan." "Isn't this Angie?" "No, it's Parker." "Well, this is aw...
