"...Hello?"
"THANKS FOR WEARING YOUR GLASSES YESTERDAY, BOBBY."
"...My ears. Ouch."
"Oh...did I say that too loud?"
"No. You were just too quiet."
"..."
"I told you, sarcasm is my only defense."
"I FUCKING HATE YOU SOMETIMES."
"OW FARAH!"
"HAHAHA.SARCASM MY ASS, FUCKER."
"SHUT UP."
"STOP YELLING AT ME."
"STOP SCREAMING."
"YOU FIRST, ASSHOLE."
"..."
"See? Did you see how fast we made a decision?"
"..."
"...We're goals, Bobby."
"...My ears are crying."
"You'll be fine, Bobby."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Bobby?"
"..."
"Bobby?!"
"..."
"CHANCE?!"
"What?"
"DID YOU JUST FUCKING COME BACK TO LIFE OR SOMETHIN'?!"
"No. I left my room to get some hot cocoa."
"I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING DIED, BASTARD."
"This hot cocoa is really good, you know. I would offer you some but...it's all mine."
"...I don't need your hot cocoa. And how would you even offer me some? Shoving it through your phone?"
"No. By mailing it to your house. Duh. Are you like seven or something?"
"...I'm so done with you."
"..."
"Ew. I do not want to listen to you drink hot cocoa."
"Too bad. You woke me up so you're going to be tortured."
"I could easily hang up on you."
"But you won't."
"Yes I would."
"FINE. KISS THESE LIPS GOODBYE."
"SHUT UP, UGLY."
"SUCK IT UP THEN AND LISTEN TO ME DRINK HOT COCOA."
"YOU SUCK IT UP."
"I DESPISE YOU."
"FUCK YOU."
"I ALREADY KNOW YOU WANT TO FUCK ME. IT'S OBVIOUS DUMMY."
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU."
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU MORE."
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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...
