"Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate." – Alan D. Wolfelt
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"Hello?"
"Yo, it's Emily."
"I thought you were coming to Waffle Cones?"
"Yes, I am, but I've encountered a minor problem, Flip-Flop-Fletcher."
"What is it, Sushi with salmon and avocado?"
"I have no idea where Waffle Cones is."
"A very useful application called Google Maps exists, you know."
"Google Maps got me stranded in the middle of a forest once."
"How the heck did that– never mind, I'm not going to ask."
"A wise decision on your part."
"I've sent Erin over to your place, so you two can walk together."
"No, it's fine, she doesn't have to–"
"Don't worry, she said she wanted to talk to you anyway."
"Well, thanks for sending me a tourist guide to take me around my own city."
"Anything for you, m'lady. Anything for you."
"..."
"..."
"Uh, I've encountered another problem."
"What is it?"
"Erin just ditched me for no reason whatsoever. Where do I go now?"
"Okay, where are you?"
"I'm in a super busy mall."
"Erin, you miracle worker. Thank you so much for not being useless."
"What was that?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"What did you say before?"
"Er, nothing of any importance. Anyway, you're very close."
"..."
"..."
"Hello? Fletcher? Did the call disconnect?"
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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." ...
