"Hi"
"You know, I've never seen you call this much"
"Haha, Maura"
"So...how're you?"
"I'm doing fine, I guess. I miss you"
"I know, I miss you too. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever"
"It's been two weeks, three days, and nine hours"
"Lol"
"I've been counting"
"I can see that"
"It wasn't that hard, really. I just had to add--"
"Stop, Greg!"
".....what?"
"It's summer, please don't mention math"
"Oh, sorry"
"I didn't even know you can count"
"Um....excuse me?!? Greg Harrow can count"
"Of course he can"
"I can feel the sarcasm in your--"
---Maura has hung up---
"Well. At least he can count."
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wrong number
Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL When Maura is home alone, she dials for pizza. Well, she dials the number she THINKS is for the pizza delivery guy. Instead, Greg answers...
