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"So Mr my name isn't important-"

"Is that how you properly greet someone? Talk about manners" [ gasps ]

"You're one to talk. Give me your name and I'll be nice. I promise."


"I said 'I promise'."

"Like that means anything."

"For your information, I can keep plenty of secrets."

"I don't think I can trust you."

"Wow. Very hurtful."

"Oh please.."

"Hey, I don't really like your attitude."

"You're gonna have to deal with it."

A moment of silence passed. Only our heavy breathing being heard and the rustling of papers.

"Do you have a therapist?"

"Why would I have a therapist?"

"To fix that ugly personality."

"I would be so ashamed to have you as a son mister."

"I am ashamed to even have you calling me everyday."

"I do not call you everyday!"

"Oh you do."

"I do not! You wish I did."


"It's sad to be lonely all the time isn't it? yikes."

"Are you always this rude? I wouldn't if I were you."

"And why is that mystery man?"

"Because your job is basically in my hands."

"Oh please."

"Without me, you'd be bored sitting in a squeaky chair all day."

"I would do just fine without you..."

"If getting yelled at by your boss and getting no money at the same time 'doing just fine' for you then ok. Keep 'doing just fine' love."

"Mind your own business, love."

"Can't stand when someone shuts you up for once?"

"You're an idiot. I don't know what you're blabbering on about."

"I should hang up on you."

"I dare yo-"


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