"Hello?"
"Wait. This is Grey, right?"
"No this is Richard Nixon. Yes it's Grey, stupid."
"Whew. Thought I called Bolt again."
"Who the hell is Bolt?"
"Well, I was going to dial your number but I must've gotten a digit wrong. So instead I called this kid named Bolt and his girlfriend K."
"So he has a girlfriend?"
"Well, not yet. But I ship it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. She's a bit violent, but they're cute together. She's also a gang leader, and she does drugs..."
"And you were on the phone with her?"
"Yep."
"..."
"ANYWHO. I just called because I'm bored. My mom is going to pick me in a bit so I can go see my dad at the hospital."
"WHAT IS IT WITH YOUR FAMILY AND HOSPITALS."
"I really have no idea."
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah. He just has a kidney stone."
"Lovely."
"Indeed."
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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*