"Yeah I guess I have. It's were people ask each other questions to learn more about the other."
"Yes! Well, Natalie, would you like to play the Question game with me? It could be like an inside joke or something."
"Well I guess. You can ask the seventh question."
"Wait, I am confused. What do you mean the seventh?"
"You have already asked me a few question since we met. So now it's my turn since you asked a question! What's your favorite color?"
"Blue. Ugh. You cheated! I didn't know! Don't you smirk at me."
"How did I cheat?"
"No no no. Don't steal my question too! We just won't count that one. What's your favorite color?"
"How original, Sam."
"You didn't answer it!"
"Okay okay. Electric green."
"Ahh. I should have known it."
"Oh really."
"Yes! You seem like the type of person."
"Hmmm."
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The Question Game
Short StoryHave you ever been asked random questions? And maybe they bugged you a lot? Until you started to fall for them.
