"Hello. Welcome to Target. How can I help you?"
"Hey Bobby."
"Hey. What's up?"
"The ceiling."
"..."
"Hah. I'm just reading. Any good news?"
"Yeah. My mom...she's almost ready to come back home."
"That's great, Bobby!"
"...Its really weird when you're nice to me."
"Oh? This is just me being fake nice, don't worry Bobby. It's apart of being a bitch."
"You're really weird."
"Aren't we all?"
"Not as much as you."
"It's my job to be at the top of the charts, Bobby. What else is new?"
"Nothing much. Today's my last day at Target. And then, in a couple more days, there's college."
"At least we're not that far from each other... New York and Boston."
"That's still like...200 miles away."
"But that's better than being thousands of miles away from each other, don't you think?"
"...It's still pretty far."
"Calm down, Bobby. Are you secretly saying that you'll miss me?"
"...Yes."
"I'm only a call away, Chance...It'll be okay."
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I am! Don't make me sad, Bobby. Makes me seem like a girl."
"You are a girl."
"Or am I? I could've been a guy this whole time. And you'd been played."
"But you're not. You're still a sixteen year old girl."
"I'm surprised you stayed so long to stay with me, Bobby. I mean, you're two years older than me. You should have some more important things than talking to me."
"If that were the case, why would I risk my time talking to you?"
"...Well, you should fix your eyes on that Jessy girl... I'm sure she's...nicer than me."
"I'm fighting the urge to laugh."
"What's so funny?"
"You trying to be nice again."
"Bobby, she likes you."
"I know."
"And?"
"I told her I liked someone else."
"...Ooh."
"Ooh indeed."
"What's the girl like?"
"Eh. Really...horrible. There isn't much nice things to say about her."
"Haha. See? I told you I'm not that bad! This girl is worse than me!"
"..."
"But she's a lucky girl. She should be glad a dick like you likes her."
"Mhm."
"Do you talk a lot?"
"Practically everyday."
"Nice...do you think she's likes you back?"
"...Not really."
"Aw! That's lame. Well, I like you, Bobby! And I'm going to miss you."
"..."
"You're smiling again."
"So are you."
"...Because I'm happy for you, Chance. I'm glad someone makes you happy."
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Anger Management
短篇故事❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
