SCENE: the ice cream shop
TIME: afternoon
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Hello, how may I help you- Camilla!
Kyle! We have over thirty applicants for the food sale.
You. You are the organizer.
Why are you being like that? You know you came up with the idea, so you deserve some credit.
Right, but I'm not cut out for this.
...if you say so. I'm getting Daniel's help then. He has offered.
... that guy sitting next to you on the round table?
Yes.
That guy?
Is there any problem?
None at all, except that his death will be fatal when his ice cream will be poisoned, and then you'll have to say buh-bye to him.
Why are you being like that? He's a nice guy.
Yes, but I'm telling you, he probably eats puppies for breakfast.
Come on, he's helping me.
And you can kick him out of the vicinity now, because now I'm helping you and you don't need him.
Wait, I thought you didn't want any part in it.
I do now. Don't bruise my manly pride anymore, I beg you.
Right then, I'll go tell him.
I'm still poisoning his ice cream if he ever orders during my shift.
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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...
