The telephone wouldn't stop ringing. Over and over it buzzed into my sleep-fogged brain, and I couldn't shut it out. Finally, in self-defense I woke up, my hand groping for the receiver.
"Hello. Who is it?"
"It's me, Don. Jack Anderson, over at the factory. Can you come down right away?"
"Hello. Who is it?"
"It's me, Don. Jack Anderson, over at the factory. Can you come down right away?"
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