"I'm not gonna let you fcking burn me twice now. I don't lose like that."
"Huh. So you lose?"
"No. That's crap."
"You just said you don't lose like that. It's like saying you lose, but not that way."
"It's fcking saying I don't accept to lose. Nerd."
"Geee. Not gonna insult me, though."
"Well, congrats."
"I never knew you also had a talent on sarcasm."
"Idiot."
"Oh. Guess I was wrong. My bad."
"You do have a talent on sarcasm."
"Need not to remind me."
"Weirdo. Are you typing?"
"Is it obvious?"
"What are you doing? Multitasking? If yes, then, hate to admit this but that's cool. No shit. If no, then, hung this up."
"I better hung this up."
"Huh. So you're multitasking."
"How'd you know?"
"You answered no. You're talented when it comes to sarcasm, I can tell."
"Whatever."
"Bingo."
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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 }
