The Bad Guys

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Beth I called into work and told them to book sick days for the rest of the week. My boss asked what was wrong and I told her I felt like I was going to throw up for the past few days. It is not a lie. My voice was croaking from all my crying and she asked no further questions, graciously giving me what I asked for. Immediately after I call in sick I find an old phone of mine and recharge its battery, looking through all my contacts. I find the number I'm looking for and plug it into my current phone. I take a deep, breath shivering as my index finger hovers shakily over the call button. I close my eyes, gulp, and tap my finger to the screen before bringing my phone to my ears. It rings a few times and I assume that he probably doesn't recognize my number anymore and so won't answer i

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