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Who it was I would have never expected.
It was A. Davis.
"Hello, Lamar. Are the Chiefs still crying, Lamar?" said Davis in a creepy serial killer voice.
"H-h-how did you get this number?!?" I stammered (memo to self: see speech therapist).
"You called me..." Davis growled polietly, however polite a growl can be.
"Oh. I must have the wrong number. Sorry." I absent-midedly hung up.
"Can we get back to ME now?" screeched the adorable Miss Davis.
I didn't hear her. I realized what a big mistake I had just made.
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