"So, Anastasia. I haven't seen this one."
"Not even with Alec? He's Russian."
"I'll pretend you didn't ask that."
"Whatever. Just wait for the vampire bat."
"I am intrigued."
"Good."
"..."
"Woah. He's like anorexic witch doctor."
"..."
"Check out the nose on the orphanage lady!"
"..."
"Haha, lets go visit Saint Petersburg someday and sing then Saint Petersburg will have someone to talk about song!"
"..."
"I ship them. Anastasia and Dimitri... Dimitrastasia... Anitri... those are dumb. Help me."
"Anastitri,"
"That sounds like a chip brand."
"What?"
"Or like a dip. A chip dip."
"Good Lord."
"Hey, is there any mango juice?"
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Balconial Conversations
Short Storybal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
