January 2, 2014
12:00 a.m.
She calls.
Him: Who the hell are you?!
Her: A girl.
Him: Obviously. Do you even know me? Are you sure you have the right number?
Her: Yeah. Berkwood high right?
Him: That's right... Can you tell me your name at least?
Her: No.
Him: I'm going to hang up if you don't at least give me a hint.
Her: It starts with a T
Him: Tina? Talia? Tera?
Her: No.
Him: Taylor? Tiffany Teresa?
Her: No.
Him: Tessa? Trinity?
Her: No.
HIm: This is fucking helpess!
Her: Ha, I lied. It doesn't start with a T.
he hangs up.
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Midnight Calls
Short Story❝It was precisely midnight when he wondered if the beauty of her name would ever touch his arid lips❞ - M i d n i g h t M y s t e r y
