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"Derrick…Derrick, you left your phone downstairs. Come answer it!" Scraggly tufts of hair began to reluctantly emerge from beneath the comforter on the bed, mildly irritated grumbling following soon after. A brisk knock came from the opposite side of the room after the brief rhythm of feet pounding up stairs. "Derrick! Did you hear me? One of your friends is on the phone downstairs...I'm not going to tolerate hearing them call three or four times. Get out of bed and go answer it!" "Why couldn't you have brought the phone upstairs to me, mom…?" droned the thoughts of the boy beneath that comforter. He fought with his subconsciou