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My girlfriend arrived at my house at 9:37 at night, I think, tears streaming down her face, and sobbing. I let her in and sat her down on the sofa, confused as to what was going on with her. It didn't seem as though she was going to stop soon, so I left her momentarily to get her some orange juice. She loved oranges. I came back and gave her some, and she drank it, then cuddling up next to me speechless for about half an hour or so. When she finally did start speaking, it sounded as though she had been shouting not too long ago.
She kissed me, and again, and soon we were all over each other. I decided to get up and take this hot action to my bedroom. So we went, and after about what I thought was five or so minutes, I'm not really sure, my cell phone rang. I looked at the clock and I noticed the time. It was 11:03 now, and I was wondering two things. One, why did someone have to call me NOW? And two, who the hell was calling at this hour? Growling a little, I told her I had to see who it was. Answering the phone, I heard a gruff voice.
I took the phone away from my ear, and told her,
After my girlfriend left the room, freaked out and wanting to go home, I never saw her again, to my knowledge. My house caught on fire the next day. When I returned home, I was horrified at what I saw, the charred remnants of what used to be my home. I searched through the remains, and the only doors left intact were the bathroom door, missing most of the bathroom, and a closet door, singed, but intact. I opened the door to see what I would find. You know what happened next? A human skeleton, the size of my girlfriend's fell out, hitting the ground with a clatter. I looked back inside and saw a word, carved with what was probably a knife, into the back of the closet. Just one word.
"PHONE"
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