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Last Breath (Part 2 By M.S.)
When i got home i kept thinking of him. I pulled out the napkin he had given me with his number and my finger wandered around the numbers. I decided coffee wouldent be so bad. So i pickd up the phone and began to dial the first few numbers. Thoughts rushed through my head. I wanted to press the talk button but i couldent abre myself to do it. It was like i was afraid or even scared of him. I got up and took the phone and walked around my kitchen. I had slipped on a puddle from the leaking sink. The phone had went in mid air and then came down and hit speaker. I could heaer the numbers dialing. I had struggled to get up. But i was to late. i walked to the phone, picked it up. My hands were shivering. My voice was scratchy and i hadent known what to say. Michael: Hello?... Whos this Me: I-i-its Yolonda Michael: Yolonda??? Me: i gave you a ride to your house tonight Michael: oh hello... so i suspect you changed your minds about that coffee Me: oh yea coffee uh ok ill pick you up Michael: no ill pick you up what is your address Me: Uhm i dont know Me: (thinking) ok uhm my address is 6739 Penn St. Michael: then is a date see you tommrow Before i could answer he had hung the phone up. I was amazed at how smooth he was. I had went to my bed and i called it a night and fell asleep. *Chapter 3 comes soon :) vote up please thanks!*
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