Twenty Two
Someone accidentally poked my arm holding my phone, and I don't know if I swear, but the memories of me sprinting toward my damaged phone and hoping to recover it from the bottom of the stairs were what I was thinking. "Sorry!" The sound of a woman's voice approaching me from downstairs. I placed the phone on my ear and saw that the screen cracked, but the phone was still operational. "Hello, Nace—" I took a quick look at the woman who appeared to be familiar to me, as if I had seen her before, her face contorted in apology as she stood awkwardly in front of me. “The connection went static for a few seconds after I heard your shout. What happened?" Nace wondered. "Did you take a tumble?" Nace enquired over the telephone. "I slipped the phone and it somersaulted and tumbled for a few s
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