one missed call

fifty - two

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(1) Missed Call at 3:33 AM

Unknown Number: So I heard your dad's home.

North Jones: Guess you didn't hear the other news about him as well.

Unknown Number: I saw you pushing him through the park today in a wheelchair. I'm so sorry.

North Jones: Tell that to him.

North Jones: He's the one who lost his legs.

Unknown Number: How did it happen?

North Jones: He stepped over a landmine.

North Jones: You know, it's funny. That's not even the worst part of it all. My own mother, his own WIFE, doesn't want to be seen in public with him.

Unknown Number: I'm sorry.

North Jones: It's the world that should be sorry.

Unknown Number: I'm sure it is.

North Jones: I sure don't feel like it is. It's more of the opposite. It's got this vendetta against me and has ever since I cursed this world by being born.

Unknown Number: You're not a curse, you're a gift. And I'm sure your dad appreciates you helping him out in this tough time. Because that's all this is, North. It's a tough time, and time passes.

North Jones: I... I really hope it is. Thank you El.