By the way...I will bring those chocolate chip cookies I promised.
You finally get tacos.
I don't deserve tacos.
All that whining, I'm bringing them.
You might want to throw them at me or crack them over my head. That is not a good idea for me.
I promise that if I get angry I won't abuse the tacos and I will just bring them back home for myself to enjoy. Tacos don't deserve that awful fate.
Good idea!
So when are we meeting?
Tomorrow. After school, the coffee shop next to the school.
See you then.
Yeah...see ya...
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Short StoryIt all started when at 4:25 a text directed towards Carmen's mom sent to someone else. Someone she might know. Someone she might even have history with. Will the anonymous person ever get his tacos?
