Little Freak [h.s.]

Little Freak [h.s.]

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"How is he? It seems like it's been ages since I last spoke to or saw him." I ask sipping on the tea Anne made me while I pet her new cat named Tom who sits below me on the floor. "He's well just he doesn't get a lot of free time to come and visit anymore. It's been a few months since I've seen him." Anne says with a sort of sadness to her voice. "Do you think he even remembers me" I ask half jokingly but also knowing it's been years since we have even spoken. "Oh honey, he could never forget you. Let me call him and we can see for ourselves." She says grabbing her phone from the kitchen table. "Uh-um actually let's not." I say, but before I even get a chance to stop her the phone is already ringing. "Hey mum how are you?" I hear a familiar voice ring over the phone. Anne says hello and waves quickly to him over facetime before quickly handing me the phone. "Well hello stranger." Harry says with that same goofy smile he has always had since secondary school. "Hey rockstar remember me?" I ask trying to suppress my laughter. "Could never forget you Hazel."
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