him: hey, it's noah o'connor. sorry i can't get to the phone right now, please leave a message and i'll try to phone you back as soon as possible.
her: i'm getting worried, noah. you haven't called me back in a week.
her: *whispers* did i do something wrong?
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Short StoryCopyright @ unbirthdays 2014 "i wonder how many wishes a star can give." [lowercase intended] [completed]
