"Me and ice cream. Best friends forever." – Jessi Lane Adams
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"Hey hey, Flip-Flop-Fletcher!"
"Hey hey, Sushi with salmon and avocado!"
"How's it going?"
"Uh, we haven't started selling yet."
"Yes, I know. I was talking about you."
"Me?"
"As in your personal wellbeing, dumbo."
"Well, we've formulated a plan to save the shop and we're about to set it in motion."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Do I love sushi?"
"Wha– what?"
"I mean, the seaweed and the rice filling go so well together, don't you think? Uh, hello? Sushi? Are you there?"
"Huh? I mean, yup! You love sushi. The food. The Japanese delicacy. Gotcha."
"What's up with your voice?"
"Nothing's up with it, why do you ask?"
"You sound kind of– well, I don't know how to describe it. Off, I guess."
"What are you on about? I'm fine."
"Whatever you say, m'lady. Ooh, Alex bought me sushi from the shop down the road! What a great day."
"Yay? Yay."
"Are you quoting The Fault in our– Erin, what do you want?"
"The Fault in our Erin?"
"No Erin, I don't want to be set up on a blind date!"
"What the fuck?"
"..."
"Um, okay, bye then."
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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." ...
