"Yes, Rian?"
"You put a goldfish in there. An actual, living, swimming goldfish in there."
"Yes, my dear Rian. Your friend, C, here, loves the living animals. Plus, goldfish are adorable."
"You even had him in a small, fish-safe container on the shelf in my locker so he'd be safe. And you put fish food in the pocket of my bag."
"I take care of my pets. Unlike my sister, who even made a cactus die."
"How?"
"Major pothead."
"Again, how?"
"She forgot about it and she had it stuffed in her closet."
"..."
"..."
"Why was it in there?"
"I don't know. I came home after hanging with my friend for the night and when I opened her closet door to borrow one of her jackets, a plume of smoke rolled out as I did, and I think I got a contact high considering she was in their smoking, a dead cactus balanced perfectly on her head."
"If I knew your sister, I probably wouldn't be surprised."
"You definitely wouldn't."
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Late Night Conversations
Teen FictionAn insomniac who downs sleeping pills at night like kids do candy calls a theater geek with an abnormal mind late at night. "I saw you practicing today." "Wait. What?" "You almost fell off of the stage when you were walking backwards for a scene." "...
