January 9th

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January 9th, 2014.

“Jaime, what do you want?”

“Ooh, someone’s feisty today.”

“I’m at work! Well, let me think this over. Work or talk to my Taco. [In the distance.] Tim, I’m taking my break!”

“Well damn, I feel extra special.”

“You should! Thank you for getting me out of this hell hole of a job. It sucks. I get an hour and a half break, though, which is good. I get out soon, too. Thank God.

“I’m a lifesaver.”

“Ha. The Irony of Choking On a Lifesaver.”

“You listen to way too much All Time Low.”

“I’m not ashamed of it, either!”

“Weirdo. You should be listening to Pierce the Veil twenty-four-seven, girl!”

“Trust me, I do. I fall asleep to my baby Vic’s girly voice.”

“I swear to fucking God, Lily, call my voice girly one more time…”

“Do you always have me on speaker-phone, Hime-Time?”

“Umm…”

“Yeah, because he’s always master–”

“OOOKAY I THINK IT’S TIME TO MOVE TO A DIFFERENT ROOM HERE WE GO WE’RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE.”

“Was Vic saying what I think he was saying?”

“Vic was saying something?”

“Yeah, he just–”

“I didn’t hear him say anything.”

“But he–”

“Coming, Jess!”

“Jaime!”

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