Sheila: Hey Tommy.
Me: Hi Sheila, you okay?
Sheila: Why wouldn't I be?
Me: Uh- you just looked ill earlier.
Sheila: Eh, just a headache.
Sheila: You want to hang out?
Me: Sure. Where?
Sheila: There is this coffeehouse I know of. Near my house.
Me: Okay, yeah.
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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.
