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I fell asleep until my cell phone woke me up, it was already five. With my eyes closed, I tried to reach the gadget which lay on the side table. Idly, I spread out my eyes, but it wasn't my phone that rang. I have almost forgotten about Caroline’s phone which still dwelled in my pants’ pocket. When I took a look, the call was already hung up. So I scrolled down for the number of the missed call and tried to reach it using my phone. Something somehow thrilled me when the number I dialled is actually Carrie’s number. It was her who call the phone, but whose phone is this? Possibly she has two phones… my brain told me. It's nothing weird about having two phones, they have even three. Anyway, for some reason, I voided my intention to call Caroline, instead I set out to run through the second phone of hers. Came to my idea to have her second number, and so I dialled my own number from the phone. I smiled after I deleted the number I dialled, proceeding to my phone, to save her number.
A surprise was waiting for me, woke my idling mode totally up, something I never gave a thought about and after everything what has happened all through the days, it seemed visiting Jacqui gave me a way to solve the mystery that has been distracted me all this time.
My heart raced, my mind blurred, confused, shocked, all in one. The surprise has answered the mysterious messages sent to me every day for the past few months. The phone I was holding is the phone used to send me those messages and it belongs to Caroline, an unsuspected suspect. I sat up on my bed, scrolling through the phone again, to the mail box… Yes, there were messages she sent to me, my missed calls still on the log, another surprise, when I got through the album, there were pictures ...
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... or she merely enjoys the stir of bamboozling me? As much as possible, I tried to deflect detrimental judgements, therefore, I restored confidence again and again to unruffled myself, to think logically about the best and fairest way to deal with her in disentangling the complication. An appropriate time should be set for me and Carrie so that we can resolve the matter without fear and guilt. This might be a new thing for me to absorb, to discover, it helps me to grow up, to practice my temperament by learning how to accomplish every issue with patience and confidence, for sure. I need to particularize the whole scenario profoundly. To put the intellect under the control of the heart and anger is not a healthy way to get to the bottom of any matter.
In the field of the curiosity that mystifying my mind, somehow, I'm sure Caroline will not going to flip a pretext.
This story is both a mystery and a suspense with in a way a tragically happy ending. By
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