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Submitted to Contest #247
That night, Mary would receive thirty-one phone calls from her mother. The first came the moment she knocked on the door to Crystal’s house. For a moment, she stood and waited. From behind the door, there were sounds of cheering, arguing, yelling, and eventually, incoming stomping. The door flew open, the doorknob hitting the wall inside with a loud “thunk”. There stood Crystal, with a neon blue can in one hand and a cigarette in her mouth. She chuckled at the sight of Mary. “Hey, bitch. Thought you pussied out.” Mary winced at the language....
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