"Heyo."
"Hallo."
"Are you ever going to actually come to the Pound?"
"Uh. Sometime this week?"
"I love the reassuring tone in your voice."
"..."
"Ya know, we've been talking on the phone for awhile now, and I still don't know what you look like."
"I have dark brown hair, and blue and grey eyes. I have a slight tan. That's really it."
"Really? I'm a red head. With amber eyes. And I'm pale as a vampire."
"WAIT."
"What?"
"YOU'RE A RED HEAD?"
"Yes..."
"OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING. I'M FAN-GIRLING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. I NEED WATER."
"What?"
"BRO, IF I WAS A BOY, WE'D BE THE REAL LIFE VERSIONS OF IN A HEARTBEAT."
"I'm not following..."
"Oh shit."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You said that suspiciously quick."
"NOTHING."
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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*
