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Short Story

In which a girl calls a dog pound and a boy needs a friend. *SEQUEL TO WRONG NUMBER* *written through calls* *contains swearing*

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by PlutoJax10

by PlutoJax10

"Hello Blairenstien."

"What?"

"Yeah I don't know what that was."

"Mhm."

"Can you talk? I'm bored."

"Nope. Sorry. My dad's uncle's brother's best-friend's sister's aunt's uncle's mom's daughter's fish died."

"Wow."

"Yeah I know it's tragic."

"What was his name?"

"Fred."

"HAHA THAT'S AWESOME. My fish's name was The Fish."

"Seriously."

"Yep. The T and the F are capitalized."

"The Fish."

"Yes..."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes..."

"HAHA! 'THE FISH'! That's the best."

"I know right."

"Is he alive?"

"Nope I didn't clean his tank for a couple of weeks and never fed him."

"Oh my... you're a fish murderer."

"MWHAHAHAHA."