"Augustus, you there?"
"Woah woah. What's up with the full name?"
"Nothing..."
"Skye? What's wrong? You sound like someone ran over your dog-scratch that you don't like dogs. You sound like someone ran over your fish."
"Yeah, someone ran over my metaphorical fish."
"Tell me. I'm your friend therapist, a friend-pist. Haha, see what I did there?"
"Well- let's just say that um, my friends are- well they made an account online bashing me."
"What the fuck?!"
"My reaction exactly."
"I'm going to need their phone numbers, their address, their social security numbers, where their grandparents were buried-"
"It's okay August."
"No, it's not okay at all. That's a shit thing to do to someone... Especially you."
"Maybe I deserved it..."
"Now why the shitty shit would you say that? You don't deserve that what so ever. You're literally so amazing."
"You barely know me!"
"I know you hate dogs and cats and for what legitimate reason- I don't know. I know that your favorite color is white, that you're scared of thunder, that you hate pumpkin flavored anything- and my mom would faint on the spot if she heard that. I know you hate biology and love math, and that just makes you crazier."
"I don't know whether to smile that you know the little things about me or that you second handidly called me crazy."
"You should probably smile in that case."
"Okay."
"Okay."
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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...