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Ianna’s breath caught in her lungs when the line went dead. When the strange number lit up her phone, she wasn’t convinced she should actually pick up. She rarely ever answered a number she didn’t know, a habit sprung from too many terrible high school pranks. But the feeling in her gut told her that maybe she should. Her nimble finger slid the answer bar across her screen and she cradled her mobile to her ear.
“Hello? This is Ianna.” Her voice was light and airy, another thing she’d picked up in high school. Her normal voice didn’t seem to carry well, and when she wanted to be heard, she had to make her voice squeaky and considerably higher. She felt absurd whenever someone made a point to ridicule her, but she’d proven it worked over and over, so eventually p...
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