"Hello?"
"Hello Grey."
"What's up, yo?"
"Don't do that. You're to old."
"Shut up. I'm like 4 months older than you."
"That's a long time."
"No it's not."
"Yeah it is. 121.667 days to be exact."
"What the fuck."
"What? You don't know simple math?"
"You googled that, didn't you?"
"Of course I did. Who the literal duck knows how many days are in a month to the ten-thousandth?"
"Duck?"
"Yes. I just... don't trust them. NEVER TRUST A DUCK."
"..."
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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*
