wrong number

eleven

1:00 am

ringing...
ringing...

"okay dan, i really need to know who you are because you're freaking me out,"

"that's why you asked your friend, michael, to help you find the anonymous person,"

"well, you won't really tell me your true identity,"

"nope."

"let's play 20 questions,"

"the basics, huh?"

"oh shut up, okay first question: what's your favorite color?"

"red, not like the bloody red or shit like that but the red when the sunrise is just starting. and that exact red is on the skies as if a kid spilled the whole bucket of it and it's tinted with orange and yellow,"

"whoa,"

"my question: your favorite season?"

"winter of course, it's so beautiful! when the dirty ground full of trash is coated with white and everywhere you see; it's all sparkling and clean. icicles are on the rooftops, snow is covering the rooftops and trees, and i just smile whenever the weather actually starts to snow with their unique snowflakes. winter is a magical season, and don't disagree with that with me or else i will chop of your head,"

"you don't know how i look like, idiot,"

"smh, okay moving on: cat person or dog person?"

"is this even a question? dogs for life,"

"figured,"

"if you knew who i was, would you still be friends with me?"

"...maybe,"

"doesn't sound so convincing,"

"look don't take it the wrong way ok? but i don't even know you, how can i be friends with you if you're planning to stay anonymous?"

"do you want to meet up someday?"

"holy shit wait what?!"

"good night violet,"

"what the fuck dan come back here thi-"

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hola amigos!! how are
you? im great, we have
three more days left
until school finishes

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i love you guys,
shah