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Eighty-four
Freda put her hand on her forehead frustratedly. She couldn’t reach Paul and although she didn’t want to freak out, it was hard not to when she hadn’t been able to reach him all day long. She let a loose breath of air as the nerves started coiling inside her.
“Where the hell is this idiot when you need him?” She muttered coldly, her anger seeping through each syllable. She huffed and threw her phone on the couch, clutching her head and settling herself on the couch.
For a doctor, she felt that Paul McCartney was not that smart and she could think about the different ways he could potentially cause trouble for her. She just hoped that he had not already caused any trouble for her.
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