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You run out the door, tears forming in your eyes. "No! It can't be that, it's impossible!" You run in your front door, barely thinking to lock it as you sprint toward your bedroom. "This is all just a bad dream. It has to be. Maybe if I just lay here I'll wake up." And lay there you do. An hour pases, two hours, three. By three-and-half hours you begin to drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

     Your eyes snap open after your…How long where you asleep? No matter…You run to your cell phone in your kitchen and imediately dial your mother's number. You wait as it rings.

"Hi! This is Carrie! I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message!"

     You sink down on your bottom. Tears welling up in your eyes, "No, no, no, no, no! She's got to be asleep!" You dial the next number that cones to mind - your best friend: Anna. You dial her number. You hear it ring:

"Hi! You've reached Anna! I can't pick up right now, so please leave a message!"

     You drop your phone. "Anna never misses a call. She only recorded that because her phone kept prompting her to…" Your eyes sink to your knees as you begin to sob. 


You continue crying until you hear a knock on your door:

The End

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