You dial the number, and the phone rang one and a half times. "Hello." The voice on the other side of the phone rattled your brain, and your blinked a couple of times before answering.
"Uh, I got a box, of, uh, stuff."
"What?" You re-read the box, and notice you forgot to ask for Thursday.
"Can I speak to Thursday?"
"Sure. THURSDAY!!" The voice yelled the name in your ear, and you pulled the phone away for a couple of seconds.
"Hello?" A woman's voice picked up the phone, and you swallowed your spit.
"I, uh, found a box." You wasn't about to admit you accidentally stole it.
"Bring it to Swizzles shop in the mall-"
"I can't," The voice paused for a second, then noticed how shaky your voice was. She then put two and two together and realized you knew what was inside the box.
"Okay, kid, meet me at Booker Street at the old abandoned house in ten minutes."
"Okay." And you snapped your phone shut.
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