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On the screen, I saw him look down at his pocket.
He frowned.
He showed the phone to Brad.
Brad laughed and waved him off.
Otis answered.
“Tasha,” he boomed over the noise of the party, “I am surprised you have service in the basement. Or did you find a shelter to take you in?”
“I am at my office, Dad,” I said.
My voice was raspy from lack of sleep.
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