What Happened That Night
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I look down to my ringing phone to see who was calling. It was Julian, my dead boyfriend. I pick up out of curiosity. "Hello?" I say, in a shaking voice. It couldn't possibly be him. "Oh my gosh, Rachel. I haven't heard from you in a while! I've been worried. I'm coming over now. I need to see you." Julian said. "I'm sorry Julian, I can't" I say, with tears burning out of my eyes. I hang up. It was too much. How could he be calling? He was dead. He was murdered.
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