"Welcome to-."
"Can you stop ending the call?"
"Can you stop calling?"
"Touché."
"How are you, Sapphire?"
"Evil."
"What?"
"You asked me how I was, so I said, evil."
"Did you expect me to say, good?"
"Um, sorta, but seeing you're under the EVIL category apparently, then no, not at all."
"By the way, I was calling for some advice."
"If it's household advice, you've come to the wrong hotline. Try the household hotline."
"No, I mean it's just that, you're more easy to talk to at this given moment."
"I saw my best friend's boyfriend cheat on her with the school's popular girl and I don't know what to do."
"This could be entailed with serious repercussions. But who am I kidding, go kick his butt or something."
"But you're EVIL, give me some sort of good advice."
"Again referring to the wrong hotline. Go to the penthouse hotline or something. They offer good advice."
"Stay evil. Bye."
And the line went dead.
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Short StoryTHE UNDISCOVERED AWARDS WINNER FOR THE SHORT STORY CATEGORY | HIGHEST RANK #75 IN SHORT STORY THE MALIBU AWARDS SECOND PLACE WINNER FOR THE SHORT STORY CATEGORY | ~ "Welcome to the Warehouse Hotline. How can I make your day even more evil?" "Umm, I...