"How are you?"
"Sequestered."
"English please."
"It is English, dimwit."
"Did you just call me a dimwit?"
"I did."
"I'm offended."
"I'm glad."
"Oh, are you?"
"I am."
"You're quiet."
"Am I? I didn't even recognize."
"Tell me what's wrong, Poppy."
"Nothing."
"By nothing, do you mean everything?"
"Sequestered is a really deep word, have you ever noticed? It's an adjective, I believe. I think it describes you and me."
"You haven't told me what it means."
"It's best that way, don't you think? A little mystery always spiced up a friendship."
"Are you okay?"
"More or less."
"God damn it, Poppy. Stop talking in these riddles, I don't understand!"
"That's the art of life, isn't it? No two people can understand each other, no matter how hard they try."
"Stop shutting me out, I'm your friend - your best friend."
"My old friend."
"I'm still here for you."
"But you aren't."
Call Ended.
