Italics- Bri
Bold- James
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"Oh, you're back."
"I can literally smell your bored-ness through this phone."
"That's not even a word."
"It is for me. Are you that bored?"
"What do you expect? I'm grounded because of that stunt you pulled."
"Aww, is the little rebel going to sneak out?"
"Yeah, no. First of all, I'm not a rebel. Second, I don't sneak out."
"So, I'm talking to a Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes."
"And I'm talking to Mr-McAnnoys-A-Lot."
"Touchè."
"..."
"..."
"Why did you call?"
"Why not?"
"I can literally feel your smirk through this phone."
"COPYCAT."
"Seriously, why did you call."
"I-I thought you wouldn't mind. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Try 'acquaintance'."
"Don't be like that. We're building-saving buddies!"
"Pretty sure that's not even a thing."
"I said this once and I'll say it again: it is for me."
"I'm getting hungry. I know you have something to say so say it before I hang up."
"Olive Garden. 17th St. This Saturday, 1 PM. Bring dog food."
"What's the dog food for?"
"..."
"Hello? James? So he's playing the payback game. You're on."
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Короткий рассказwaking up to the sound of someone yelling was the worst. especially if that person was dangling 17 storeys above land right outside your room. ________________________________ extended summary inside low caps intended
