Love letters to a friend
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*phone ringing*
"Hellooooo, it's Jacob. I'm currently unavailable but feel free to leave a message after the tone"
*beep*
"Hey Jacob! Listen, I've got an idea! I just thought of writing a new short story collection called 'love letters to a friend'. But they're not actual letters or written to a friend; well sometimes they are. Anyways, as I said, no letters, but voice mails instead. The format will always be something like this: phone ringing; hi, here's so and so, please leave a message; beep; hey... and so on. And then these voice mails can be anything between super random to extremely deep. How does that sound? I think it's a great idea. Also Tris will proofread them for me, 'cause his english is better than mine.
Please tell me what you think and please call me when you're back home. Oh, and before I forget: Saturday should work. See you then. Bye."
*click*
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