"Is this the front desk?"
"What, who...I effing hate you."
"Haha."
"Why did you even call me I was busy."
"With?"
"...stuff... why do you even care why did you call me?!"
"Cause I got bored..."
"Meaning you have no other friends than the fabulous muah of whom you met just the other afternoon."
"I have friends!"
"Um hum suuuuurrrreeee."
"I do, you know what I don't even care, besides how can we be friends if I don't even know your name?"
"We're friends?"
"Oh for the love of Pete, would you just tell me your name?"
"No...and who's Pete?"
"It's just an expression, ever heard of one?!"
"Not that one."
"You know what I don't know why I called you, so bye."
"Whatever."
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When in Rome
Short Story"Hello, is this front desk?" "Um, front desk?" "Yeah, you know that thing people sit behind at the front of the hotel, I'm assuming since you don't know then you aren't the front desk are you?" "Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about."
