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Chapter 2
A Midnight Caller By Iyana Jenna Beep, beep. “Hi. Is this Ashley? Ashley Ferguson?” “Who wants to know?” “I—uh—” “Look. I don’t know who you are and it’s the middle of the night. If you’re some kind of a stalker or—” “No! Please. Sorry, but I’m not like that…” “Then how would you explain what you’re doing now?” “Please don’t hang up.” “Hey, you don’t even want to tell me your name.” “I-I like you. The Mansfield’s Mansion. Daniel, your character. You are—you’re just—oh, how should I say? Your eyes, your lips, your hair—I want to run my hand through your hair, and—and…” “You do realize how scary you sound?” “Oh, Ashley, please. Okay, I can tell you I’m not a random guy. I also have my TV show. Can you imagine how anyone could get your phone number like this?” “You think?” “Wel
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