"Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold." – Judith Olney
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"This is Waffle Cones. May I help you with anything?"
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"Um, hello? Is anyone there?"
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"Alex, you murdered the phone! Ugh, it's been over two years since Melanie bought this thing. We're not going to get a warrantee for this piece of junk. She's going to slaughter us."
"Uhh–"
"Erin, were you the one who broke the phone? Oh no, you didn't."
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"Erin Coraline Johnson, I am going to murder you! I don't care if Melanie slits my throat first! My ghost will come back and slit your throat!"
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"Well, if this phone is somehow working, then I have to go, mysterious person on the other side of the line. I have a devilish friend who needs to pay for her mischievous ways."
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"I am going to shove your head into a blender, Erin!"
"In a while, crocodile..."
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
