"Hello?"
"Hi Holden, can we pwease talk?"
"Uh, I'm not Holden."
"Then who is dis? I'm Malea!"
"I'm, uh, Dean. My name is Dean."
"Nice to meet you Dean!"
"Err, you too Malea. What did you want to talk to Holden for?"
"Oh, he told me not to tell anyone."
"Don't worry, you can tell me. I am a great keeper of secrets. "
"Hehe, okay. My daddy hit me this morning while Holden was at baskyball practice. Mommy said it was a slap."
"...That's not good."
"Yeah but that's what families do I guess. I'll be okay, but my cheeks hurt still. Holden knows where the first aid thingy is."
"Well I can't tell you where the first aid kit is, but if you want the stinging to stop, why don't you try putting some ice on it?"
"But ice is so cold!!"
"I know it is Malea, but it will help. Trust me, okay?"
"Okay Dean."
Death smiled as he heard her reply, knowing there was also a smile on her face. The feeling of his cheeks being stretched was foreign to Death, which made him frown.
"Oooh that's really cold!"
"It'll get better soon."
"I have to go, daddy just knocked on my door. Bye Dean, it was nice talking to you!"
"Malea, wait-"
CALL ENDED
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