Andrew stared at his phone. It kept ringing, each sound louder and eerier than its predecessor. He squinted his eye at it and for a brief moment, he truly believed that rays would emanate from his eyeballs, destroying the vibrating object before him; but alas, he possessed no remarkable abilities whatsoever which meant he had to endure the murderous ringing. He stretched his hand and hovered his palm above the antique phone and for a long time, he remained in that position. After the twelfth ring, Andrew folded his hand, ground his teeth, and aggressively pulled one of his drawers open. Ever since his wife started drinking, Andrew had refrained from the same habit. There was something nasty about him sharing his wife’s interests and well, his wife's newfound passion was alcohol.
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