My PoV

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I rolled over and groggily tired in my phone. I had ten missed calls fourteen texts and seven voicemails. Shit. A great way to ruin my perfect day. I listen to each voicemail. Each seeming more urgent and worried than the last. I finally get to the last one and it crushes my heart. "We have to leave town." It echoes through my brain. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes unsteady and heavy. I'm having a panic attack... 

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