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thepriceofloveThe phone continued to ring in that same high pitched squealing. The sound echoed in my ears, arising the pain that swelled throughout my entire body. My palms pressed against the sides of my head, blocking out the noise, as my eyes shut tightly until the ringing stopped and the answering machine picked up. Once the same worried speaker finished yet another pleading message I quickly swept myself to the phone. That would be ten messages now. I never knew I could be so famous. Everyone was calling me but I didn't care to listen, didn't give a damn what pitiful lies they string from their lips just to make it better. Well, it wasn't and they shthepriceoflove
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