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February 1, 2014

12:00 a.m.

She calls. 

Him: You're always so punctual.

Her: I like being on time. 

Him: That's pretty cool. 

Her: Yeah. 

Him: So what's up? 

Her: The sky.

Him: Seriously. 

Her: I hate life. 

Him: Why?

Her: I just do. 

Him: Want to tell me about it? I don't know who you are so it wouldn't matter.

Her: You might know me. We have some of the same classes. 

Him: Don't I know you for sure then?

Her: You've never acknowledged me before. 

Him: Really?

Her: You're kind of oblivious. 

Him: That's true. 

Her: But you might still recognize me. 

Him: Yeah, but you'll never tell me your name, so therefore you will forever be uknown.

Her: True.

Him: I'm a wise one.

Her: I'm still not telling you. 

Him: Fine. 

Her: I like talking to you.

Him: You're kind of blunt sometimes aren't you.

Her: Yeah, I guess so. I also think you smell like shit. 

Him: Uh thanks?

Her: You use way too much cologne. And you snore in class.

Him: Way to boost my ego. 

Her: I don't call you to boost your ego. 

Him: Why do you call me?

Her: Nice try. I'm not telling you. 

Him: How'd you get my number?

Her: Not telling. 

Him: You're frustruating. 

Her: I'm evasive. Bye. 

Him: But wai-

She hangs up. 

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