"Chocolate doesn't ask silly questions. Chocolate understands." – Unknown
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"Hello?"
"Hey, can I talk to you?"
"You already are."
"Hey, Sushi."
"Konnichiwa, Fletcher."
"Woah, you used Japanese!"
"Mind-blowing, right?"
"Wait, so, are you still mad?"
"Nah, not anymore."
"Well, I'm going to apologize anyway."
"Me first. I'm sorry for going into bitch mode. The duration of my anger was uncalled for. I should've given you a chance earlier."
"I'm sorry for overreacting and falsely accusing you about the family thing. I shouldn't have doubted you."
"No, Fletcher, it was a reasonable reaction. I'm sorry again about your personal information leaking out. You didn't deserve that under any circumstance."
"No worries. I can't suck the secret back into its hidey hole, so I just have to deal with it. Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Sushi. It's nice of you."
"By the way, what happened to the snobby chick who sold you out?"
"Oh, Erin made sure that she never messed with anyone again."
"Man, I want to be in Erin's shoes."
"Yeah, she's my knight in shining armour."
"More like shiny tinfoil."
"If she hears you say that, she's never going to let it go."
"What? Why?"
"Because tinfoil warms up in hot conditions, dummy. Even though it reflects light, the heat waves are absorbed because aluminium is a metal and a good conductor of heat."
"So?"
"Wow, and here I was, thinking that you were the science nerd."
"Yeah, well, shut your face."
"Well, you're basically calling Erin smokin' hot."
"Oh god, that was so not what I meant."
"Oh, I know."
"Wait, I need to skedaddle. I'll be back."
"I'm always here."
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