"Ha! Okay my turn. How old are you?"
"I'm ten plus ten minus two plus one minus one years old."
"I'm eighteen too."
"Okay, now I get to ask. What's your favorite color?"
"Really dude? You could've asked me any question in the world but you decided to ask me what my favorite color was?"
"The little things matter!"
"My favorite color is white."
"Mine is like this dark shade of cyan. Do you know about those great Japanese waves? Those colors."
"That was oddly specific."
"Ha! Do you have any pets?"
"No, dogs scare the hell out of me and cats are way too much work."
"I don't think we can be friends anymore..."
"What a shame that is... I mean seriously! The mere thought of us being separated is enough to make me drop to my knees and bawl my eyes out!"
"Shut up you easy bake oven."
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Telephone Therapy ✓
Short StoryTwo teenagers, one payphone, one wrong number. What could possibly go right? ✦ "Hey hey, pretty stranger." "Hey hey, stranger." "Wow, just stranger? Not even devilishly handsome witty stranger?" "Take it or leave it." "Duly noted." ✦ Do not transla...
