Fear the unexpected
Carrie was getting ready for a date with Big. He’d been away in Italy for a week and she’d been desperately missing him.
She snatched up her shawl from the bed and was about to leave the apartment when the phone rang. “Shoot,” she muttered to herself, weighing up whether or not to leave and let the answer machine get it. No, you can’t, what if it’s one of the girls? She darted over to the receiver and answered the phone.
“Hello Carrie. . .”
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