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54. Ring
“Justin!”
Gray Stewart shifted her eyes to the woman shouting who was standing by the brown door. It was Colleen in a short red silk dress.
The name “Justin” stuck on Gray’s head. Then the answer finally came to her. It was the name Colleen said was her brother.
“Coco!” shouted the blonde man who Colleen just referred to as Justin. “What took you so long?” He ran toward her.
Colleen’s heels clacked as she walked across the concrete floor. “I told you not to call me that here, idiot.” She smacked his arm with a black purse she was carrying.
“Ow!” He yelped, lightly rubbing his arm. “What took you so long?”
“What took me so long?” She shot him an angry glare. “Yo
LeemaI wonder who called? I remember my phone ringing in the middle of the class. I got real nervous. My prof kicked me out and as it turned out, it was a wrong number. What an unlucky day.
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