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6 or 7 years ago on a Thursday morning, Bob Dole was awakened by a call to the home landline at 2am. A groggy Bob Dole answered, only to hear music and background chatter and general nonsense. For some reason, instead of hanging up immediately (probably because it was too much effort to sit up again and return the phone to the cradle), Bob Dole laid there listening for a few seconds.
Among the voices, one sounded remarkably similar to that of the 17 year-old who was supposed to be sound asleep in her room across the hall. Bob Dole shuffled down the hall and opened her door and peered in and found a carefully arranged pile of pillows sleeping peacefully in young Brittany's bed--but no Brittany.
She didn't take her cell phone with her whenever she snuck out of the house after that night. Apparently she decided the possible upside wasn't worth risking the accidental dial as she wrestled around in some boy's car.
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