"What are your friends like?"
"Why? And if you say why not, so help you."
"We've never really talked about it."
"Well, I have only one friend, but she is studying abroad for our last year of highschool."
"What's her name?"
"Peggy."
"Are these real names or are you making them up?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because Miranda isn't your real name, it is the last name of the dude who plays Alexander Hamilton in your favorite musical. And Peggy is the name of the youngest sister in the play."
"You caught me, but I'm not telling you her real name."
"Why not?"
"Because I know for sure that if I tell you her name you will figure out my name."
"And that is such a bad thing?"
"It's not, but I want to surprise you."
"Fine. But continue your story about this so called Peggy."
"She's a huge broadway nut. The one who actually introduced me to my first musical and the one who got me in the habit of listening to broadway cast albums to put myself to sleep. I've known her forever, since like 1st grade. What about you?"
"My best friend was Connor, but you know what happened to that. He helped Alexa cheat. That obviously ended, at this point my brother is my best friend."
"That's kinda sweet, that you are close with your brother."
"He's the best younger sibling ever, don't tell my sister that."
"..."
"That wasn't that funny."
"Kyle, I've gotta go, my brother is getting ready to leave."
"Okay, speak to you later, yeah?"
"Yeah. Five more questions."
"Bye, Miranda."
"Bye, Ky-bear."
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Short Story"Who for f*cks sake calls at four thirty in the morning?" "I do." "Kyle, you are a dead man." "I know, but I had a question that couldn't wait." "..." "Miranda, you still there?" "I'm waiting." "Ah, what's your favorite food?" "You've got to be f*ck...
