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cielo is calling you.

"hello?"

"uhm, hello? who's this?"

"uhh..i should be the one asking you that?"

"i asked first."

"oh, um. okay. this is crystal clare. and you are?"

"cielo."

"what do you need?"

"wow. is that how you greet other people?"

"i'm asking you."

"i need to talk to august."

"he's not around. byeㅡ"

"no!"

"this..is his phone, right?"

"y-yes..."

"give it to him. i need to speak to him."

"as i already told you, missy; he's not around."

"well then, where is he? why isn't he answering my messages? why isn't he spending time with me anymore? is he avoiding me? and why are you holding his phone?!"

"wow. you talk like you're his girlfriend, eh? and, why do you care? you're only his friend, cielo."

"what do you mean? maybe you're the one who's acting like his girlfriend."

"ah, what a bitch. he doesn't care about you."

"who's the bitch now, huh clare? the ex-girlfriend or the current girlfriend?"

"you're not his current girlfriend, bitch."

"and you're nothing to him right now, bitch."

"now, be a good dog and lend him the phone."

"what if i don't want to?"

"lend it. now."

"no."

"go."

"no."

"you're hard to speak to, you know that?"

"yep. if you don't have anything else important to say, i might as well put the phone downㅡ"

"yOU LITTLE IMBECILE GIVE HIM THE FUCKING PHONE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'LL TEAR YOU APARTㅡ"

"why would i give the phone to the person who is currently laying down in a hospital bed, a bunch of machines controlling his body, and is still unconscious?"

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