"Morgan, Morgan, Morgan..."
"Parker, are you crying?"
"No..."
"..."
"..."
"I can hear you sniffling. What's wrong?"
"I just... Can you just talk to me? Distract me, please?"
"So, tomorrow, I'm going back to school, right? And there's a hella shit ton of homework that I have to do, only I missed two fucking days, so I don't really know anything, so I'm just not going to do homework."
"You're terrible at this."
"Well, I'm sorry! Hey, knock knock?"
"Who's there?"
"R."
"R who?"
"Are you okay?"
"..."
"..."
"I've been better."
"Clearly. What's wrong, Parks?"
"I... I... I can't say. Sorry, Morgan. Could you stay on the phone, please?"
"Of course, Parks. Do you want me to say anything?"
"No. I just need... I just need someone on the other line with me. Silence means more than words, sometimes."
"Okay."
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"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
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"Parker, you sleeping?"
"..."
"Sleep well, Parker, and sweet dreams. I hope it all gets better soon, because you deserve to be happy."
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You've Got Voicemail
Short StoryA story of conversations between two girls in which they exchange witty conversations, secrets, and find themselves. "Hey, this is Morgan. So I'm going to need-" "Um, I don't know a Morgan." "Isn't this Angie?" "No, it's Parker." "Well, this is aw...
