The Call Of The Ktulu
I woke this morning to the sound of my phone ringing. The area code was 612, which isn’t one I recognized. I decided there was a definite possibility that it was my boss calling from Atlanta, and elected to let it ring. Whoever the caller was, he or she decided not to leave a message.
It turns out that 612 is the area code for Minneapolis, Minnesota. So now I’m stuck with the question: who the hell do I know in Minnesota? I’m pretty sure I don’t know anybody. It’s a tough one.
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