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Caller On The Other End
Well…
Who would have ever thought I would pick up the phone to the voice that is coming from the other side. For a second, I was not going to as I did not recognize the number coming through. But yet I am, which is debatable if I am strangely happy or extremely annoyed.
So without torturing myself any further, I decide to speak and just remain in silence, "To what do I owe this displeasure?"
There is only but a stuttering that is coming through; then, after what seems like a good long minute, there is an answer, "Clayton, can we talk?"
"What makes you think that I want to talk to you? You have taken my son and fucked off; now I am warning you, Isabella, you better have him back within the next hour."
"Clayton, I did not phone you to argue; there is something that we need to talk about."
"Cut the shit, Isabella. I want my son back home. I told you not to fuck with me. Now I am giving you an hour, do you understand me? I am fucking tire
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