"hello?"
"it's been over a month.
you can't still be sick, right?"no."
"then why are you avoiding
me?""i'm not avoiding you. i've
been busy.""all i'm asking for is one
night; not even. just, like,
ten minutes so i can play my
piece for you.""why does it matter so much
to you?""because i know you, and i
know you want to hear it.""fine. will fiona be there?"
"why? does she bother you?"
"no."
"liar."
"i'm not lying. she's nice."
"you aren't telling the
truth either.""look, i have to get to my
philosophy class, okay? bye."call has ended.
"bye."

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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.