"Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart." – Erma Bombeck
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"Fletcher, are you there?"
"Hello, Sushi."
"Oh my gosh, Fletcher's back! He called me Sushi, so that means he's back, right?"
"It feels very strange to hear you referring to me in third person."
"Well, you're strange on a usual basis, so what's the difference?"
"I can't argue with that."
'Fletcher, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, totally awesome."
"Yeah, and I'm going on a honeymoon with Melanie. You're not fooling anyone, Fletcher, especially not me. I'll ask again, so tell me the truth this time. Are you okay?"
"Nope, I suppose not."
"There's the answer I was looking for. From the way you popped that p, I see you're suppressing lots of negative emotion."
"What are you, an English teacher?"
"Heck no, I'm just not stupid."
"Alright, I'm just kind of bummed about Waffle Cones closing down."
"Kind of?"
"Fine, really bummed out."
"Can I ask why?"
"I don't know, can you?"
"Now who's the English teacher?"
"Still you."
"Oh, I hate you."
"Oh, I know."
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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." ...
