"Fudge is made by chocolate angels." – Alexis F. Hope
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"Hey, Fletcher!"
"..."
"Fletcher? You there? No one at Waffle Cones picked up, so I called your cell instead."
"Voicemail. Please leave a message."
"Seriously? Fletcher, pick up your phone right now, or I swear to god, I'll–"
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
"Argh, I give up!"
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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." ...
