"Chocolate is the only aromatherapy I need." – Jasmine Heiler
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"Hey Sushi, I'm back!"
"Since when was Erin your love interest matchmaker?"
"Oh, you heard that."
"No duh, Sherlock. What was that about?"
"Erin's been asking me if I have feelings for anybody. Oh, and she has weird eye spasms every time I talk to you. I don't know why. She's been drunk in love since she and Alex had their six month anniversary as a couple."
"Yes, Fletcher, I totally don't know what she's insinuating. I don't see it at all."
"See, Erin? Someone agrees with me! What's up with your eye spasms?"
"..."
"What was that thud noise? Are you hurt? Should I call a medic?"
"That was the sound of me bashing my head against a table."
"What? Why're you doing that?"
"You are so freaking ignorant, that's why!"
"Oh wait, I need to go. The ice cream sale is starting soon."
"What? Fletcher, get back here right no–"
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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." ...
