"I'm bored,"
"Hi bored I'm Reyna,"
"Did, did you just dad joke me?"
"Why yes, yes I did."
"Who are you?"
"Your fave person, obvs'"
"Eh true. But for reals, I'm super bored."
"Paint a picture."
"I have no paint,"
"Draw a picture then,"
"I can't draw."
"Write a novel,"
"Mate if you read my essays you wouldn't be suggesting that,"
"Um, in that case, why don't you go for a walk?"
"Ugh, exercise."
"Dude, I'm running out of ideas here."
"Sorry, I'm just so bored and in a really lazy mood."
"Fair enough, what about having a nap? Whenever I'm super bored I just sleep. Quite an effective use of my time if you ask me."
"Huh, that sounds like a good idea. I might do that."
"Alright, catch you later you weirdo."
"You love me! Bye!"
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The Wrong Number
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