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My mother

Olivia

It was a friend calling, Dave Ellsworth. I had already worked with him on some projects relating to my company and his, and every time we had worked together, things had gone well. It was almost 7 p.m., so I didn't know why he would be calling me at that time, especially my personal number.

"Hello? Dave? How are you?" I asked as soon as I answered the call.

"Hello Olivia. Good to talk to you again,” the boy replied excitedly on the other end of the line.

“I also think ...

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