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32. I know her
Arabelle My confrontation didn't last as long as I would have wanted it to. After lunch hour was done Angela had to leave and I was back in the office forcing myself to concentrate while my mind just wanted to know who it was. I grabbed my phone and looked at the phone number once more. I carefully looked at the number. I grabbed my office phone and dialled the line. It rang but no one picked up the phone. I called once more in hopes that I would get to hear the voice of the person who used the phone to text me. I kept ringing but still no response. Give it up already calling me with a different line won't work. You pushing my buttons Arabelle maybe you want me to tell your parents. I stopped instantly how did they know it was me. Where they just guessing or maybe they are watching
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