"Hey Blair."
"Heyo."
"How's your toe?"
"It's fine, idiot."
"Blair, please don't kill me."
"What in the HELL did you do?!"
"ItoldLoganaboutthebulliesandhewenttogofindthemandcamebackwithablackeye."
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!"
"...no?"
"HE WENT AND BEAT THEM UP."
"...maybe?"
"AND GOT A BLACK EYE."
"...yeah."
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD."
"Hey Blair..."
"HOLY SHIT. ARE YOU OKAY?!"
"I'm fine. Chill."
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT."
"I know right. He is-"
"I WAS TALKING TO BOTH OF YOU."
"Oh. Oops."
"We're sorry."
"YOU SHOULD BE."
"Blair-"
"NOPE."
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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*
