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May 2013
Hello?

"Is Andrew home?"

This is him speaking.

"Heyyy. It's me _"

Oh hey
_

"I need your help..."

Ok? Are you hurt?

"I'm..... Well I'm not hurt yet...."

I can come over if you'd like.

"No you wouldn't like to see me like this."

Her speech is slurred...

Are you drunk?

"No I don't drink. I'm high though. Hehe."

I'm coming there right now.

"No... no you.. you can stay. I have my friend here with me."

Who is your friend?

"Calabar."

Who's that?

"Calabar. You know? 22 Calabar. He used to be your friend."

Put it down. I'm on my way.

"Whatever."

dial tone.....




Where are you!?

"In my room... Come find me."

As I walk up the stairs, Bang

Nooooo!!!!!
Why did you have to do it?
Andrew Quilles
Written by
Andrew Quilles  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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