"Hey dimples?"
"Yes?
"What's your real name?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"I don't know... Are we not friends?"
He sounds sad.
I sigh.
"Yes, bubbles, we are."
"Then why can't I know your name?"
"Because I've never given off that information before."
"Are you allowed to?"
"I mean, it's not part of my rules..."
"Then what is it?"
"..."
"Dimples?"
"Chase, my name is Chase."
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Suicide Listener |a dialogue story|
Romance"I'm an addict." "What are you addicted to?" "Alcohol..." "And?" "Sex. Alcohol and sex."
