"If you really want to make a friend, go to someone's house and eat with him. The people who give you their food give you their heart." – Cesar Chavez
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"Hullo?"
"Fletcher, did you hang up on me before?"
"I– what? No, of course not!"
"Oh, whatever. I'm just sick of being lost. Can you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"
"Hm?"
"Fletcher?"
"Oh, sure. Simon says turn left, and you should be able to see the food court."
"Who's Simon?"
"Simon as in Simon Says, duh."
"Oh, right, silly me. What were you saying about a food court? I'm there now."
"Simon says walk forwards and turn right one block down. Then keep walking for another five blocks."
"..."
"..."
"Wow, this is a super old fashioned area."
"Is that bad?"
"No, of course not! I was just saying."
"You're as gullible as ever, Sushi."
"Shuddup. I hate you."
"Anyway, Simon says there should be a set of stairs near you. Walk down them and you'll reach Waffle Cones."
"Oh yeah, I see the stairs."
"..."
"Fletcher, I'm in the middle of nowhere! Aren't you supposed to be guiding me?"
"Simon says turn around."
"I don't have time to play stupid Simon Sa–"
"Hey."
"Oh my god."
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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." ...
