"Put 'eat chocolate' at the top of your list of things to do today. That way, at least you'll get one thing done." – Unknown
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"Hey, Fletcher! I talked to Erin, and–"
"What? What did I do wrong? What is it, woman? Just rip the bandaid off!"
"Dude, calm down! You didn't do anything wrong. No need to jump to conclusions."
"Oh, thank goodness."
"So, why did you freak out all of a sudden?"
"I've had enough women, cough Melanie cough, chase me with death threats on their tongue and murderous intent in their eyes."
"That's quite typical of her, don't you think?"
"You have a point there."
"Back to the point, Erin said that you needed help with your–"
"My what?"
"–Calculus test on Friday."
"Ugh, that blabbermouth! I told her not to tell anyone. The less people who know my grades are slipping, the better. Sushi, I'm sorry that Erin dragged you in this mess too–"
"Fletcher, I can tutor you if you want."
"Wait, you can? Since when were you a calculus whiz?"
"Since I came top in my grade in calculus for three years straight?"
"I would've liked to say that I didn't see this coming, but I totally did. You're such a freaking nerd, which I mean in the best way possible."
"So, is that a yes?"
"It's not a yes, it's a hell to the yeah!"
"Let's go learn some calculus!"
"Let's do this!"
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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." ...
