I used to be a telemarketer

I phone up one of my usual numbers and a little boy answers the phone.

“Are you parents home, young man?” I ask.

I hear him drop the phone and burst into tears. I wait a few seconds until someone pick up the phone. An elderly voice at the end of the line barks back at me:

“For the last time, this is an orphanage. PLEASE stop calling.”

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