*calling furball*
"It's Loretta. If I don't answer you it's either because something has come up or I'm busy. But please, leave a message at the beep."
"Hey, it's me, Michael. I...I don't know why I'm doing this when I know where you are, when I know what has happened. But I can't help it, I feel so bad. I guess I know how you feel now when I ignore you. But please, I'm not a strong person like you, so come back. Come back to your family. Come back to your friends. Come back to your sister. Come back to me. I miss you. Please, please, please...I feel so stupid now, I shouldn't have done this. Oh well. I guess I'll see you tomorrow when I visit you."
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KurzgeschichtenIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]
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