"I'm at a do not disturb mode, sir. And I thought you hate me."
"Did I say that?"
"No."
"Good."
"Huh. I haven't known of your kindness."
"Because now I'm gonna do."
"Burn in hell."
"I was trying to be fcking nice but you ruined my damn mood right fcking away."
"Oh my gosh stop being so shtty."
"It's like me asking you to stop talking so fast."
"I'm not answering to that."
"Was that a question? No."
"What the hell."
"Where'd you get this number?"
"I thought this was from the online book store I was--"
"Dude, chill. No dog's chasing you, is there?"
"Whatever."
"Just dialed the wrong number."
"And wrong person."
"And wrong person."
"Do you have to repeat what I said?"
"To clarify how right you were, yes."
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wrong number
HumorZoey was about to check her book transaction on this certain online bookstore website when she dialed the wrong number and wrong person at the same time. { short story - epistolary - written in english }
