The Messages at the Phone Booth
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There are a few things you need to know before you read this book, this story is not one of my own. It is a story passed on through many. Many people over different times, over years, days, months, minutes away. This story starts at a phone booth. It starts on a rainy day, one of those days where the air is thick and everything is damp, those days when the cold sticks to your skin. On this day, a boy around the age of 16 scrambled into the phone booth. Black hair was wet and he was shivering. clearly he had been a victim of the cold i had talked about earlier or was he shaking for a different reason, we may never know, because that isn't for us to know, not yet at least. This boy, his greyish purple eyes darted around the booth before he sat on the grimy floor. Just then, he spotted something. A message, Written in black ink a simple
hi
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