"Hiya! This is Target. How can I help you?"
"...Jessy?"
"Yes...who's this?"
"I was the girl...looking for Chance."
"Ooh. Farah, right? Chance told me about you."
"...Yeah."
"You sound sad. What's wrong?"
"I was blind. I didn't know he liked me. Now I messed up my chances with Chance."
"HA. Chances with Chance. Funny."
"...I would've laughed a few months ago."
"Damn...he changed you."
"I'm out of tissues. I didn't even know I could cry."
"Oh, no. We're not letting you turn into those annoying, cliche, heart broken girls. Get your ass up and hop in the shower. I bet you stink."
"I shower in my tears."
"CUT THAT SAD SHIT. Or you'll never get Chance."
"He even has a girlfriend...I'm done for."
"You...how could you change so much? I guess this 'love' really changes people."
"I never said I -- holy fuck. I love him."
"...Catch up, woman."
"I want to cry."
"Stop. Do you want his girlfriend to win?"
"..."
"Are you a loser?!"
"..."
"FARAH, ARE YOU A LOSER?!"
"Maybe."
"BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, FUCKER. WHAT ARE YOU?!"
"A winner."
"LOUDER."
"A FUCKING WINNER. HAPPY?!"
"VERY. NOW WIN THAT OTHER FUCKER OVER."
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Anger Management
Short Story❝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...
