"First we eat, then we do everything else." – M.F.K. Fisher
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"Heya, Sushi!"
"How's the bake sale going?"
"Super great, we're swamped with custom– wait a minute."
"What?"
"You're speaking in that tone again. What did I screw up this time?"
"I do not have a tone!"
"Yes, you do."
"Show me."
"How? You're at your house and I'm at the bake sale. How could I possibly demonstrate a tone of suppressed annoyance without–"
"Fine, I'll visit your bake sale."
"Really?"
"Do you have a crush on anyone?"
"Ignoring your tone, that was an abrupt change of subject."
"Yeah, yeah, but do you?"
"Why do you keep asking me this?"
"Just interested."
"Well, there is this one girl."
"What's she like?"
"She's an angel in disguise, the yin to my yang, the most beautiful girl I will ever lay my eyes on. She outsmarts everyone I know, has a unique sense of humor which enhances my own. If soulmates exist, she'd be mine."
"I'll be at Waffle Cones in twenty minutes."
"Wait, what?"
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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." ...
