A Skinny Death

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I drop the phone, and collapse into a heap. How is it possible?!

My best friend, of twelve years... is....dead?!

No. She can't be dead. This must be some kind of prank. A sick prank, but a joke nevertheless.

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When I got the call, I knew something was wrong from the start. The caller I.D. showed that it was Jane, but she would call my cell. So why was our home phone chiming away?

"Hello?" I question into the device.

"Melinda?" Someone sobs into the phone.

"Mrs. Doan? What's wrong? Where's Jane?"

"SHES DEAD," Jane's mom screeches, "AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I hear a crash, then the line goes dead.

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