"Hello Anthony."
"Who the hell is Anthony?"
"Not you I'm guessing. Okay, crossing that off my list."
"Are you serious going to guess random names, out of the 1500 plus students on this campus?"
"Heck yes."
"Heck no, don't do that."
"Whatever you say, Brent."
"I'm not brent."
"Damnit. Can I have a clue?"
"No."
"Strike two. What color shirt are you wearing?"
"I'm not wearing a shirt."
"Whoa whoa, we are keeping this relationship strictly business, buddy."
"What- I'm not- shut up!"
"You sound flustered. Why the heck aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"I'm in bed. It's almost one in the morning."
"Holy shit, it is, isn't it? I've been working on notes all night."
"What kind of notes?"
"Stupid psychology. Love the class, hate the notes."
"Psycology, huh? Interesting."
"Yeah, it is."
"Well I need to sleep. I have a 7:30 class in the morning."
"Ooh, sucks for you. I get to sleep in."
"Yep, in your onsie."
"Correct. Goodnight."
"Night."
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Teen Fiction"Its an emergency." "Is your hair stuck in your onsie again?" "...yes." [Dialogue story]