"Coffee makes it possible to get out of bed. Chocolate makes it worthwhile." – Unknown
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"Sushi? Are you there?"
"Why did you call me again?"
"Sushi, you're here!"
"Why did you call? Answer my question."
"We're buddies, remember? Buddies stick together no matter what."
"Well, stop being fucking superglue."
"I've only called you once in the past three days! See? That's some insane self-restraint right there."
"Twice now. I thought you were the math genius, asshole."
"She called me asshole! I can't believe it, she's back and she's alive!"
"You won't be, if you don't stop blabbering."
"Ah, okay, I'll stop."
"At least you can follow instructions."
"Sushi, I–"
"You need more than a verbal apology if you want to win back my friendship."
"Aren't you going to say that you hate me, like you usually do? Come on Sushi, that was our thing! Say those three words right now, or so help me, I'm going to sit outside your doorstep day and night until you forgive me."
"I have a particular loathing of your existence."
"Sushi."
"Fine, whatever, I hate you. I'm only phrasing it that way because I don't want you contaminating my doorstep."
"Well, that's good enough for me."
"Ugh, why am I even attempting to have a civil conversation with you? I can't believe I've stooped this low. How disappointing."
"Sushi, hear me out–"
"..."
"Did she just hang up on me?"
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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." ...
