Lake Lewisia #408

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“I haven’t heard that ringtone in a long time,” his mother commented idly as his phone chimed on the kitchen table. He tried not to let his hands falter as they dried the dishes she washed, even as he thought of the person behind that never-again-used ringtone: grown apart, fallen on hard times, gotten into trouble, wound up dead back when he was still in college. “Probably just a wrong number,” he insisted, willing it to be true before he could bring himself to look at the screen.

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LL#408