"You're not my fan."
"Ew. Of course not."
"And you really called just to say that? Gee thanks and thanks for the warm welcome too. I guess you were so entertained back then that I could definitely hear you dying from laughter."
"No shit, you really killed the dude out there."
"My pleasure."
"The fcking jerk deserves it."
"Aw. You're calling him a jerk? I didn't know you like to use euphemisms towards your bro-bro."
"Aaand before you curse at me again can I ask a question?"
"No."
"Oh c'mon!"
"No."
"What's your name?"
"Did I say you're allowed to ask?"
"I'm asking anyway."
"Not gonna fcking tell you."
end call.
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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 }
