"Dave!"
"Uh try again"
"Oh Rey, hey."
"Oh no I'm turning into you, I meant to call Dave."
"It happens, no judgement from me."
"So how have you been?"
"Pretty good actually. Just ate like half a jumbo pizza to myself."
"Damn girl."
"Yeah,"
"I feel so proud of you for some reason. We should celebrate!"
"How?"
"Pizza!"
"Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick. I love pizza but I can't eat anymore!"
"Fair enough. Damn, now I'm craving pizza. I might order some while I'm waiting for Dave. He forgot his keys the other day so I lent him mine but he didn't give them back. So now I'm locked out of our room."
"Oh that's rough. You been waiting long?"
"Nah only a couple of minutes. But I might actually try and call Dave now though. Oh and order pizza."
"Alright, I'll catch you later. Good luck with your future endeavours!"
"Uh thanks? Bye"
(...)
"Good luck with your future endeavours? What am I? His grandmother?"
"Ugh"
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The Wrong Number
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