Hey, Kyle, I got the cookies- why are you wearing that black hoodie?
Shh! I don't want anyone to know I'm associated with you.
Oh. That's mean. Still, you kind of went overboard with the sunglasses and slouchy posture.
I like to keep things simple.
I like to keep things conspicuous. You know, you look an awful lot like a Grim Reaper. If you want to apply to be a spy, you'd suck and fail at it. In fact, you stick out like a sore thumb. Like, if the world population was made up of pointer, middle and ring fingers-
Yes, I know, Camilla, I'd be the middle finger. Now give me the goods.
This sounds a lot like a drug deal but okay, whatever.
Thanks.....and sorry if I seem ungrateful. This means a lot to me.
Aww, that's so sweet, Kyle. I love you too!
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I can feel not one, not two, but three rotten teeth coming on already. Three. What have I done.
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Until I Say Goodbye | ✔
Short StoryWhen feisty (or high, depending) Camilla randomly peruses a number from the school directory to sell cookies, she ends up calling Kyle, a boy whom she has completely no idea how to deal with. Or rather, dial with. Things are going to get rather out...
