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count nine

"Hello-"

"You said the first time we talked that you were in a relationship?"

"Uh, yes."

"Tell me about him."

"About him?"

"Uh, yeah. O-O-Or her, if y-you're-"

"It's a him. But why?"

"Oh okay. Okay. And why? Because, uh..."

"Speak up, bitch."

"Why are you so rude to me?"

"Speak Brent."

"I don't know, Mandy. Curiosity?"

"Hm, okay."

"Speak up, bitch."

"It's only okay if I call you that. Not okay the other way around."

"Fine. Speak Mandy."

"Well, he's tall, he's handsome, he's a little older than me, he's kind and caring. I'm pretty sure I'm only his second girlfriend because I always have to guide him through things, and he's-"

"Like sex."

"What? That's-"

"Like sex, right?"

"Is that all you care about? Getting girls laid and-"

"Huh? No, what gives you that idea that-"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact you wanted to "get inside some girl's breading"?"

"That was a metaphor and you know that."

"It still meant that though, and you know that."

"Just answer."

"It's none of your damn business."

"Oh, I get it."

"What?"

"He's bad at sex, isn't he?"

"Hanging up now."