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was it maybe the way her voice sounded?

he wasn't sure, but, he thought so.


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"Ivy, Ivy, you're so whiny, you look like vine...ies."

"That was probably the worst 3 seconds of my life."

"Sorry. I was calling to say I have nine questions left."

"Nine questions for what?"

"For questions I have about you. I decided we're playing ten questions, did I not tell you that?"

"I think you forgot to mention that, yes."

"Oh, well. We're playing ten questions. I used one when I asked what your favorite band was, so I have nine left. You have ten."

"And if I don't want to use them?"

"Then I'm still going to use mine. In fact, I want to use one right now."

"What if I refuse to answer?"

"I'll keep calling until you do."

"That's not creepy at all."

"I know, I know. My unwavering attention towards you is flattering. Anyways, question two: what's your favorite color? In detail, please."

"Green."

"I think I may have said something about detail."

"Green is the color of trees in the spring and of the dresses in my childhood, the shade of nature that reminds me of pale fairies, and the color of every happy memory I have ever had."

"Okay, poetry master."

"Thank you, thank you."

"When you say things like that, I'm reminded of why I keep calling to hear your voice."

"Because I sound stupid?"

"No. Because you sound beautiful."

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