Call start 5:15 pmZeke: Treise?
Treise: What?
Zeke: Hey. Are you mad?
Treise: I'm not mad Zeke.
Zeke: Are you sure? But why do you sound like that?
Treise: Sound like what?
Zeke: That! Your voice sounds cold.
Treise: ...
Zeke: If this is about the cake, I can give you one right now. A whole cake if you want.
Treise: How are you going to do that? You're in the province and won't be back here until Monday.
Zeke: I have my ways Treise. And besides, don't you trust me?
Treise: Fine. If you can bring me the same exact cake right now. As in right now, I'll forgive you.
Zeke: That is so demanding. But nevermind. Challenge accepted ma'am!
Treise: Hang on. Someone's at the door.
Zeke: Wait Treise!
Treise: I'll just check who keeps on hitting the doorbell.
Zeke: ...
Call ended 5:30 pm
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Paper Planes | Epistolary
Teen FictionHave you tried making a paper plane fly? I did.