"Oh, no!" Hazel wailed. "Popcorn! Our fatal weakness!" – Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus
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"This is voicemail. Please leave a message at the beep."
"Um, hey. I just thought I'd call to check up on you."
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"I just want to apologise for being such a dingbat."
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"And, erm, I heard you were the first one on the scene when I crashed. You called the ambulance, right? I would've stayed dead if not for you."
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"Thanks for saving my life."
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"I'm running out of time to speak, but I want to hear your voice. I understand if you don't want to see me, but please call back when you can. Even if it's to tell me to fuck off. Anything works."
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"Um, I also hope your job is going okay."
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"If you've listened up until now, thanks. It means a lot to me."
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"Um, yeah, that's all I have to say. Bye. I– I miss you."
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Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
