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Saturday night. 9:00.
Like an angry infant, a phone shrilly demands to be answered.
She answers.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hey,” a male voice somewhere else says.
“Uhmm…yeah?”
“Hey, babe, where you at?”
“I’m…out.”
“But you’re in the town, right?”
“I guess. Do I know you?”
“So, sweetheart – you ready to do this thing?”
“Do what?”
“You know what.”
“Who is this?”
“You know who this is.”
“I do?”
“You do.”
“I do.”
Click
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Saturday night. 10:00.
Like an angry infant, a phone shrilly demands to be answered.
She answers.
“Yes?” she says.
“Did you do it? Is it done?” a male voice somewhere else asks.
“Is what done?”
“You know what.”
“I do?”
“You do.”
“I do.”
“Is it done?”
“It is.”
Click.
Lisa Marie Bowman
Quite mysterious.
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Saturday night. 11:00.
No angry infant. No phone call. No answers.