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You have five new messages.
Beep.
Lacey, I miss you so much. We all do. Don't you remember who your friends are? Whenever we come over, you're never there. You don't answer your phone, you don't answer my texts, you don't answer the door - what are you doing, Lace? We miss you. Come back to us. Please.
Beep.
Lacey, it's your mother. Why aren't you answering my calls? Please, we're getting so worried. Just...talk to me. I love you.
Beep.
For crying out loud, just call someone! Anyone. Okay? It doesn't have to be me. Call your family, your parents, your grandparents, just someone.
Beep.
I swear to god I will knock your door down.
Beep.
I'm joking. We both know I can't knock down doors. But I'll get someone who can. So stop worrying everyone and just pick up the damn phone.
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Drifter
Short StoryThere is no greater predator than the human mind. *** A series of conversations between a person and a manifestation of her psychological demons. *#790 in short story 11/02/17*
