*written in messages*
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Why 30 seconds?
You're late.
I am not.
I said 30 seconds exactly.
Right.
Nope. You were late. I'm leaving.
No you aren't.
...you're right I'm not.
I just- I can't believe your just standing on the other side of the door, laughing at me.
I am not.
I can hear you, you little crap.
No you can't. I'm completely silent. I'm not even in the house.
Right. I can see you through the window.
No you- oh hey.
YOU ARE READING
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*
