The Call
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Last published Sun, Jun 16, 2013
At first I didn't know if it was just a joke, or if it was real. I guess you never know what's real until you have evidence of it. I kept getting these calls, not just any normal call though. The calls I got, had to do with whether I would live another day or not. If I didn't listen to what the person told me to do, I'd be dead, for sure. Why did this have to happen to me? Why me?
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