her | him
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- incoming call from Quackhead -
"You're gonna not pick up, are you? Just proceeding to ignore me"
"Hi Damion"
"Wow, 43 missed calls and you finally pick up"
"I was thinking"
"You do too much of that babes, probably more than Einstein did"
"Ha"
"I want to meet you Bella"
"Now?"
"Not right now but soon"
"Of course"
"My eyes need to be blessed"
"Flattery will get you nowhere Angelo"
"Say that again"
"Flattery will get you nowhere Angelo"
"That's my ringtone now"
"Cute but that's just weird"
"Tell me what you said before you hung up yesterday"
She felt a weird sensation in her tummy. It made her feel uneasy.
"I like you"
"Now THAT'S my ringtone"
"You're mad"
"Only for you"
"Let's meet up this weekend"
"Saturday 9am outside the Gold Swan café, see you there"
"I-"
//call ended//
"-don't know where that is"
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I KNOW OK, I KNOW, I DIED OUT OF NOWHERE
so sorry for that
but asdfsajd there's only a few chapters left of this book now
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Drug Helpline
Short Story"hello ! this is the drug free helpline, how can I help you?" "i want all the weed you can get me." [ in which a guy calls a helpline, often when drunk ] All Rights Reserved.
