"Hey."
"Hey Strawberry."
"Are you ever going to stop
calling me that?"
"Probably not."
"Even if I tell you my
real name?"
"I don't know. Depends which
one I like best, I guess."
"I don't like my name."
"What is it?"
"Aimee."
"Aimee... Why don't you like
it? I love it. It's... soft."
"I always thought it sounded
so- girlish. I mean yeah, I'm a
girl, but I used to beg my
parents to change my name to
Alex or Mike or something because
I was such a tomboy."
"Wow, I didn't know you
could talk so much."
"Hush, or I might
not again."
"I actually have to go, I was
just about ready to leave, but
first- a dirty joke."
"More?"
"Ya know it, darlin. Here it is;
whats the best way to get laid?"
"Umm..."
"Crawl up a chickens ass and
wait."
"Oh my God. I'm actually
sputtering."
"You love my dirty jokes,
Aimee."
"You know what? Just
call me Strawberry."
"Alright Strawberry. I really
don't want to leave but I
have to. Good-bye until next
time."
"Good-bye Caleb."
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