There was this latina girl that I was dating possibly, I’m not sure. There was someone after her and I had called her house to found out that she’d been moved. I was with this guy and asking where she was. He said he didn’t know or couldn’t tell me. He was standing to my right. I looked to my left and saw this torn piece of paper with a phone number on it. I grabbed my celly and called the number and asked for the girl. They said to hang on and then asked who it was. I told them and they said they’de have her call me right back. I looked at the guy and realized that I’d called his house by the expression on his face. He felt silly that he didn’t just come out and tell me that.
 
 
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