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rang.
He glanced down at the screen, and I watched the color leave his face. Whatever name he saw there, he had not expected it, and he had not wanted it. He silenced the call. A moment later it rang again. He silenced it again, and now a thin sheen of sweat had appeared at his hairline. When it rang a third time, my father spoke, mild as ever, without continue reading …
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