"Hi."
"Hey Blair. How's the G-Ma?"
"The what?- oh. Yeah she's fine. Just in a coma. Might die. Everything's great."
"Your sarcasm is not appreciated."
"FUCK APPRECIATION."
"...well then."
"..."
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Dog Pound
Short StoryIn which a girl calls a dog pound and a boy needs a friend. *SEQUEL TO WRONG NUMBER* *written through calls* *contains swearing*