Me: Hi.
Her: Thomas! Or is it Tommy? The squirrels in the locker room call you Tommy.
Me: It's Thomas, I correct them every time but no one ever seems to care what I say.
Her: Sure they do, Tommy!
Me: You're evil.
Her: Aren't we all?
Me: I guess it is.
YOU ARE READING
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FantasyS h e ' s t h e q u i e t g i r l . The story of a boy who's original sin was his curiosity.
