"Hello?"
"ITS 11:11, MAKE A WISH."
"Fucking damn! Why the hell are you screaming into the phone?"
"Oh, I was? I thought I wasn't that loud."
"Don't you dare-"
"I PROMISE I'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME."
"I regret meeting you."
"Why? Because your ear drums are bleeding?"
"Yes."
"Well, get over it. It's just a little scratch."
"Fuck you."
"Watch your profanity mister!"
"Aaaaaand she hung up."
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eleven eleven | ✓
Short Storyin which a boy boredly calls a random number at 11:11pm every night, not expecting to meet a sarcastic girl just a year older than him. ✎ The Rose Awards winner - short story ✎