"Money can't buy happiness, but you can buy ice cream and that is pretty much the same thing." – Unknown
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"Hey Sushi, are you there?"
"..."
"Come on, Sushi. I want to talk to you! How about I buy you a free ice cream?"
"..."
"Delivered to your house?"
"..."
"By me, the hottest hunk of a guy in the universe?"
"You are not the hottest hunk of a guy in the universe."
"Sushi, you're here!"
"You are one insignificant sprinkle on the ice cream of wonderfulness. I wonder who's the ice cream? Go on, take a guess."
"I don't even care that you're insulting me, at least you're talking to me!"
"I'll stop talking to you in a few seconds if you keep blabbering."
"No wait, come back!"
"Fine, whatever."
"Yes! Oh, and by the way, why were you mad at me in the first place?"
"I– I– never mind."
"Sushi. I may be irritating at times, but I'm not heartless. Talk to me."
"It's fine. How's work going?"
"Wait, you want to know how my work is going? Sushi wants to know more about my personal life? This is the best!"
"Do me a favour."
"What?"
"Don't call me Sushi again, or I'm going to shove a waffle cone down your throat. Ice cream on top and all. The works."
"Aw, that's cute. I'd like to see you try, Sushi."
"Ugh, you're the worst."
"Okay."
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
