We hit the phony phone call stage at about age 10. Nothing nasty… just stuff like calling the same number repeatedly, asking for Jane or Mary. Then someone would call and say, “Hi. This is Mary. Were there any messages for me? I gave your number out by mistake.” I guess the big thrill was to see how angry we could make the person. But I was always afraid our calls would be traced.
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