911 Call Operator
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My name is Maggie.
And I'm an emergency call operator.
911 call operator if must.
We 'always' get there in time.
That's what they want you to think though.
I..... I sometimes just can't handle my job.
A.N
The story is set in America. I'm Aussie so sorry if spelling is different.
I got the idea from one of Cryaotic's story telling thing videos and that lifeline game.
Some chapters may be short because of the situation or long but yeah.
Caution: May contain violence and swearing.
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