Eight weeks ago, the phone calls started. I don't know if the first time was really a wrong number or just an effort to see if I was home or really living here. Perhaps it started out as a joke. Or maybe this person is seriously obsessed with me or my family. Either way, it was the beginning of what has become a royal pain in my ass.
Some weeks, I get two or three calls. Other weeks, I get five to ten calls. And they come at the most inopportune times. The first couple of weeks, I was a little frightened. Now, I am just pissed off and I want it to stop.
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