"You're late, it's six-fourteen."
"What are you? The payphone police?"
"I can be whatever you want babe."
"Dear God, do you always flirt with girls over payphones?"
"That's for me to know and for you to... dot dot dot."
"I think you need to go out more."
"What do you mean? I'm always out, I go to my job at the library every morning and pass the payphone on the way back and spend the rest of my night on the phone with a pretty voiced girl named Skye."
"Wow, August... I have no words."
"Because you're so in awe of my presence, Aww Ky-Ky, is that it?"
"..."
"Skye, you need to talk to me, I feel like these phone calls are one-sided, ya'know?"
"Grab a pen and pencil."
"Whoa there, don't you think we're moving a bit too fast-"
"Kiss my ass Auggie, I'm giving you my number."
"Oh, are you serious?"
"Very."
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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...