❝ he wanted to know everything,
because she was everything. ❞
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"Yeah, what?"
"That's kind of rude. Considering I hung up on you a few days ago, I thought you'd be happy to know that I'm going to start calling you again."
"Oh, it's you again. Hello, He Who Must Not Be Named because I don't even know his name because he's a random person that keeps calling me."
"That was the longest name I have ever heard, as well as the stupidest. J.K. Rowling would be horrified."
"You don't know that. She might write an entire series based on it."
"I highly doubt that, but if she did, I'd definitely read it."
"..."
"Hello?"
"I'm waiting."
"Waiting on what?"
"A name, dummy! Your name, actually. If you're going to keep calling me, I deserve to at least know your name, yes? You know mine and how old I am, as well, so if you want to include that fun fact, it'd be nice. I need to know I'm not talking to a 16 year old boy or worse, a 60 year old man."
"Do I sound like either of those?"
"Well, no, but - better safe than sorry."
"That's a relief. I don't want to sound like I'm still in the middle of puberty or that I've passed my prime."
"Haha."
"Okay, I'll bite. To ease your worries, I can tell you that I'm 22, too, same as you. And uh, my name is, um, E."
"Just E."
"Yes. E."
"Hello, E. I'm Ivy."
"Hello, Ivy. I'm E. Since you know my name and stuff, does that mean I can keep calling you?"
"No."
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