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Post by Melinda Johnson on Oct 7, 2006 0:43:37 GMT -5
Melinda continue to have troble breathing."Some one help me please."Meinda said as she continue to have troble breathing.
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Post by Peyson Halliwell on Oct 7, 2006 9:58:34 GMT -5
Peyson wasn't sure what to do or say as she watched the guy just run away. She'd never seen anybody run away from a fight with Joseph. When Joseph mouthed to her to call someone, she nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, quickly dialing 9-1-1. Putting the phone to her ear, she awaited an answer. "Operator. What do you need?" somebody finally said. Peyson gave a small sigh of relief. "Uhm..I need an ambulance..right away. My friend, someone cut her throat." she replied. Melinda certainly wasn't one of her friends, but she didn't want the girl to die, either. "Please, you have to hurry." "Don't worry, miss, we'll have an ambulance as soon as possible. Where are you?" Peyson quickly looked at the street sign, and told the woman what street they were on, then hung up, hoping they'd get here fast.
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