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My trembling fingers repeatedly struck the 9 on the yellowing aged wallphone. The button was stuck. I heard a clash from within the house, they had gotten up, they were no longer knocked out from the violent blow to the head. I became even more frantic as the operators voice blared through the phone. I tapped the 9 with even more force, and it finally went through. I pushed the fallowing sequence into the phone "911" and the phone was dialing... but not quick enough. Another crash made me drop the phone in terror.
>>>>>So mercedes encouraged me to write another story, but if can't tell, Im a little rusty... and havent had time to write much... or even update, for that matter.
It's so awesome. The lead singer from the band exile, yeah well I've met him and didnt even know it. His great uncle lives down the road from me, and I bring him apples from my apple tree's all the time. It's great living in 50's suburbia.
>>>>>So mercedes encouraged me to write another story, but if can't tell, Im a little rusty... and havent had time to write much... or even update, for that matter.
It's so awesome. The lead singer from the band exile, yeah well I've met him and didnt even know it. His great uncle lives down the road from me, and I bring him apples from my apple tree's all the time. It's great living in 50's suburbia.