"Underestimate me, it'll be fun" "Mind if I make a quick call? My cellphone's dead" I reach for the left pocket of my jacket and after half a second of unlocking the phone, hand it to the young man in need. "Thanks a bunch!" he says it like he means it. "The least I could do" I smile. He makes his way to a corner of the park and I continue my early morning workout and smile subconsciously... The young man looks at me from the corner of his eye every now and then as he talks intensely on the phone... he probably thinks I haven't noticed. Not after too long does he return. "Here, thanks again" he says as he returns the phone. As an instinct, I check the recent calls to know that he'd dialed 4355 . "Who's number was that?" I ask naturally. "Hell's" "Sorry?" I ask, puzzled. "Check where the digits lie on the keypad" he doesn't say it like a joke but I treat it like one...b...
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