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Unknown number:
Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most.
Winnie:
Sorry, who is this?
Unknown number:
That's for you to find out.
Winnie:
Maybe you have the wrong number.
Unknown number:
The number from the bench in Central Park? I've got the right one.
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Winnie was surprised. She certainly never recalled etching her own number into anything in Central Park. Why would she? Someone else was guilty. But who?
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Winnie:
I'm not sure what my number would be doing on a bench there.
Unknown number:
What's your name?
Winnie:
What's it to you?
Unknown number:
If you tell me I'll tell you mine.
Winnie:
I'll think on it.
Unknown number:
Don't think too hard. After all, it's only a name.
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Winnie's thumb hovered over the block button. One press and she can go about her day. Her ordinary day. Something about the unknown texter intrigued her. She decided against blocking the number and went back to the conversation. Who was this person?
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Winnie:
Do you know me?
Unknown number:
I don't know your name yet. Perhaps that's a hint.
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A stupid question—Winnie was aware. But despite his answer, she remained suspicious. Someone could be messing with her. She cycled through her co-workers, ex boyfriends, old school friends. No one particularly stood out as a possibility. It could be anyone.
The bus reached her stop and she shoved her phone into her bag. The unknown texter, however, remained in her mind.
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