Her: Are you fake?
Him: What made you think that?
Her: Idk just answer the question.
Him: Why would I be fake?
Her: Just answer the question.
Him: No.
Her: I don't believe that.
Him: Why did you even ask if you wouldn't believe it.
Her: Idk
Him:
Him: Seriously, I'm not.
Her: Idk. I mean look at that picture. It seems like you stole it from google or something
Him: I'm not fake. I swear.
Her:
Him: I have a proof.
Her: Oh really? Where?
Him: *sends a picture of him holding a piece of paper with "Luke" written on it*
Her: There's Photoshop
Him: That picture was even on my profile.
Her: Okay but putting it on your profile doesn't make you real.
Him: It does. What do you want? I'm telling the truth I can even write your name on a piece of paper and take a picture with it.
Her: I'm not telling you to do that.
Him: You're accussing me for something that's not even true.
Her: Of course.
Him: I'm sorry but I'm getting irritated right now.
Her: Okay
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Conflation (Beginner's Luck Award)
Short Story❝ the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong. you just stop talking.❞
