June 30

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"Hi, Nobody!"

"Hey, Shelly."

"It's so wierd to hear you say my name."

"Meaning it is your name? Knew it."

"Oh gosh, please don't come and stalk me now."

"Yeah, so I was actually lying when I told you I was eighteen."

"Haha."

"I'm really a seventy-year-old creep who's on his way to stalk you now."

"Awww, I'm stalkable?"

"..."

"Haha! It worked!"

"Arn't you meant to be  gullible? I'm virtually frowning at you right now, by the way."

"Yeah, but my friend gave me tips on how to deal with you. Wait. Shoots. Tip one was not to say I got tips."

"No, my dear lady, I find it charming."

"...You...do?"

"No. Of course not. You don't do that."

"Hey!"

"Got ya. I knew your absence of gullibility had to be quick going."

"..."

"Don't go ignoring me now! Having someone be more charming, smart, and a better winker than you is no reason to ignore them! Virtual wink right at you."

"Ugh, you're so annoying, did anyone ever tell you that?"

"Nope."

"I don't believe you."

"That's the spirit! Now, Shelly, we have to talk serious for a minute."

"*Gasp* You know hooooow?"

"Uh, yeah! You should see me during meetings."

"What meetings?"

"Um- you know, meetings! All the time! You don't have them?"

"No...I have meetings with dead phone lines and my teddy bears."

"And how old did you say you were again?"

"Hey! I'm sure you have insecurities also! No, scratch that. I am absolutely positive you have many, many insecurities. MANY."

"Are you now?"

"Why can I hear you smirking?"

"Because it's a big one. And no, I don't have 'many insecurities.' I do have one, though."

"What?"

"I wear floral underwear over my jeans."

"..."

"..."

"Really?"

"-"

"Okay, okay, you can stop dying from laughter now it's not attractive."

"-"

"Seriously."

"--"

"I'm hanging up now."

"Wait-"

"..."

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