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"Hello?"
"Ew, why do you sound like an ogre?"
"I'm sick, asshole. Some dumbass came to school with the flu and I got it."
"Oh, wow. I hope you feel better."
"Thanks, Cal."
"What's your name?"
"Sharnifarquana."
"Shar what now?"
"I'm not telling you my real name."
"I figured."
"..."
"Hey, could I have Jo's number?"
"Oh, um, why?"
"I need to ask her something."
"It better not be for my name."
"It won't. It's not like she'll tell me anyways."
"True."
"So...?"
"Yeah, its 555-555-5555."
"Okay, thanks. I'll talk to you later."
"Sure, bye Cal."
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eleven eleven | ✓
Novellerin which a boy boredly calls a random number at 11:11pm every night, not expecting to meet a sarcastic girl just a year older than him. ✎ The Rose Awards winner - short story ✎
