"Guess what?!"
"What?!"
"I'm going to the pound tomorrow!"
"Yes! And you're sure about that?"
"I am 88% sure I'm 100% sure."
"Wow."
"Yep! Are you going to be there tomorrow?"
"Indeed I am."
"And you're the only red head kid that works there?"
"Yeah. My beautiful hair isn't hard to miss."
"Wow okay you just ruined the color red for me."
"Technically, my hair is more of an orange. Not red."
"Fuck technicality."
"..."
"Alright, well, see yah later Grey!"
"Bye!"
"Wait."
"..."
"It doesn't make sense."
"What?"
"Wow. I can believe I'm only realizing this now."
"...and that is...?"
"Your name is Grey, but your hair is orange."
"For fuck's sake."
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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*