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... p.m. when Leo’s phone vibrated in his pocket... He pulled it out, expecting it to be one of his parents or his uncle checking in... But the screen showed No name...

So he ignored it. A minute later, it vibrated again. He ignored it again. On the third call, he let out a quiet, frustrated sigh, stood up, and stepped out into the empty, dimly lit hallway, closing the door softly behind him.

"Hello, who is this?" he answered, his voice was very harsh...

"Finally, for God’s ...

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