Next time it’s my turn.Hard to shake the words from my thoughts as I lay on top of the rumpled covers, the back of my head sunk into my pillow as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think...
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She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university...