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11:03 pm
"Hey, Reece".
"How'd you know it was me?! I didn't even say anything yet".
"Oh, I dunno. It's obviously not because you call me every night for no reason whatsoever. Nope, nu uh".
"Right, is there even one day where you are not being sarcastic?"
"Sarcasm is practically my native language so you tell me, Reece! You...tell...me".
"Sheesh woman, who pissed in your cereal today?"
"Don't say that, please.
Ever".
"Duly noted. It sounded much less weird in my head".
"For future reference, if something sounds even a little weird in your head then don't say it because it's highly likely that others will think you're a perverted moron".
"I'll...keep that in mind..."
"Now please rephrase that question".
"Ahem *cough*, what's wrong with you?"
"Glad you asked ,Reecy boy. Now, where do I begin..?"
"Please I don't want some longass life story. The question itself was rhetori-"
"It was the year of 2017-"
"Oh god, no..."
"And I was casually walking down the halls of hell when I got a phone call".
"..."
"Little did I know what horrifying news and absurdly sarcastic remarks awaited if I answered it-"
"I'm taking a completely random guess here and say you did-"
"And so I did".
"*sigh*"
"My friend called to tell me that-"
"Gasp! You have friends?"
"Shut up and let me finish my story!"
"Alright, alright. Go on, I'm listening - partially".
"Ahem, as I was saying... she called to tell me that a certain Reece Kingsly *cough* was asking around for a certain someone's *cough* number".
"Do you have a cold or so-something? Ha ha ha..."
"Now, Reece... why on earth were you asking about my number..?"
"You seem strangely calm and honestly... I'm freaking out".
"..."
"Uh, hello..?"
"..."
"You dead?"
"Do you know what would've happened if someone recognised my number?"
"Maybe contact me to tell me whose number it belonged to?"
"Stop playing games, you idiot! This is serious! Never do that again!"
"I didn't call for this stupid banter so just answer the question!"
"Why? What's wrong-"
"What if somebody remembers my number a-and sends me messeges? Then-"
"Then what?"
"Then... then it'll happen all over again..."
"Hey are you alright? You seem stressed. If you wanna talk-"
"I can't have it! Not again! I can't- I don't want to repeat the same ordeal over again! So drop it!"
"Look, you've gotta tell me what happened or what you're talking about otherwise I can't help-"
"I won't- they can't do it- not again. They'll recognise it and it'll happen again but- but worse-"
"..."
"A-and it's just started blowing over so why would I want it to be brought up again? It'll blow my cover and this'll all be for nothing!"
"Calm down, I'll drop it, okay? I'll drop it if it means you'll stop worrying and breathe".
"I can't- won't let it happen again. I'm not putting up with all their bull-"
"Just tell me what they did and maybe I can do something to-"
Call ended
11:09 pm
"-help you".
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