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A Midnight Phone Call

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Suddenly the phone rang loud and I rushed towards it For I was waiting for a phone call. I put the book I was reading aside A sense of calmness happened. An interruption followed The caller ID showed his name. I knew what he wanted, He wanted to ask for money as usual But, before he started to, I yelled as much I could, 'Stop bothering me every midnight time.Be ashamed of yourself.' He didn't reply. He got scared. His name still in the caller ID. But his voice trembled and said: 'I am so sorry.' Immediately he hung up. I knew what he wanted. He just wanted my car's keys I remembered a day before What he said in the party. 'Can I try your new car, sir? ' I looked at him but said nothing. Just he wanted to try my car. He was scared to tell me about it. This time money was not his phone call. I called him back. No answer came. He knew my answer. The car is like my soul. I swore no to let anyone drive it. The midnight phone ended and I returned to my book. The phone call I waited for Was not the midnight phone call. It's just a call and not the midnight call.

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AT nighttime some people try to disturb their friends, so someone reacts vehemently.
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