"Hello?"
"You're ugly."
"...I should learn to see these things coming."
"FARAH FOR THE WIN."
"Mhm."
"What are you doing, Bobby? I've been up since...twelve? Working on this project."
"Shouldn't you have a partner?"
"Let's be honest...who would want to be my partner?"
"Bobby."
"Well, Bobby is in Boston. So, I'm working alone. It's fine. I'm getting an A on this."
"So independent."
"I know you dig it...why did I suddenly grow to miss you? Heart, stop fucking with me."
"Everyone misses their boyfriend...DUH."
"I shouldn't. I know you're fine. I need to keep my head in the game! ARGG."
"I'm just too distractive. I get that a lot."
"Oh shut up, ugly...STOP IT HEART."
"What does your heart want to do?"
"Honestly? My mind roams free. There's so many explicit ideas up there."
"...No comment. Talk to me about something else."
"Heh. Oh! In class yesterday, I had a substitute and I was chewing gum and she was like, 'You! Stop that! What is your name?' You know what I said?"
"...Donald?"
"...You're no fucking fun. You get everything. Fuck you."
"Anyone could have guessed that, Farah."
"NAW. JUST YOU. BECAUSE YOU'RE DUMB."
"Why aren't you sick? YOU SHOULD BE SICK."
"I'm immune to sickness, fucker!"
"LIES. I BET YOU COUGHED BEFORE YOU CALLED ME."
"SHUT UP. I WON'T GET SICK."
"Fine. We're betting right now."
"FINE."
"If you get sick by the end of today-"
"I'll flash you. HEHHEHEHEHOO."
"Shut up."
"I. BET. YOU'RE. BLUSHING."
"DON'T MOCK ME FARAH."
"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING, SHIT FACE."
"WHY DON'T I REGRET DATING YOU?!"
"YOU CAN'T REGRET ME."
"SHUT UP"
"YOU SHUT UP."
"SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH US."
"INDEED."
"I LOVE YOU."
"LOVE YOU TOO CHANCEY."
"...I think I just woke everyone up..."
"...Don't care."
"I wasn't."
"That's my Bobby."
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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...
