"Always serve too much hot fudge sauce on hot fudge sundaes. It makes people overjoyed, and puts them in your debt." – Judith Olney
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"Hey Sushi, I have news!"
"Yeah, what's up?
"Erin wants to meet you!"
"Really? Why?"
"She says you're fiery and sassy and thinks you have potential."
"Potential for what?"
"I don't know, probably to be a part of the Fletcher Sucks club or something. She's super vocal about that."
"Wait, but I haven't even met you yet. How can I meet Erin? What's she even like?"
"You've met Alex, right?"
"Er, yes."
"Stick some wavy brown hair on him, change his eye colour to hazel, and shrink him down to what Alex says is roughly your own height. Erin is such a meanie, too. The opposite of Alex."
"Oh, great. Now all I can imagine is Alex making out with his female clone. Thank you, Fletcher, I definitely needed that."
"No problem-o!"
"I hate you."
"Oh, I know, Sushi. I know."
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
