Chapter || Five

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"Hello?"

"Hey Runner."

"Run-Runner? Who is this?"

"You hit my car last weeeek. Haha."

"Oh, you again. Are you drunk?"

"Noooope . . . Okay, maybe a little."

"Why are you calling me? Don't you have friends?"

"I would said ouch if the fact wasn't true but it is so the jokes on you, Runnnerrrr."

"Please stop calling me that. I have a name."

"And what might that name be? Is it *hiccup* Runner?"

"No, it's not and why would I tell you? You're intoxicated and won't remember anything in the morning but let's circle back around to why you're calling me again?"

"Because I'm lonely, Runner. I'm at this stupid party with all these fake *hiccup* people and I just want to go home."

"So why don't you?"

"Because I'm obligated to be here."

"You're obligated? What for?"

"It's hard to explain *hiccup* I don't want to talk about my depressing life. I want to talk about the hit and run that happened to my car. Why did you leave your number written in hot sauce, Runner?"

"I already told you. I had somewhere to be and I couldn't stay and wait. And for the love of all that is chocolate, please stop calling me Runner. I didn't run. I simply  . . . hurried to my next destination."

"And the hot sauce? Who carries hot sauce in their purse?"

"Have you ever gone out to eat and the food wasn't seasoned properly?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Well I have too many times so I pack my purse accordingly."

"But you missed *hiccup* packing a writing utensil?"

"They usually dry out before I ever use them so I stopped packing them."

"How did you write your number then?"

"Q-tips are a must in my purse."

"Why didn't you write your name?"

"I didn't have time."

"But you wrote your number with a sorry *hiccup* and a sad face."

"And thirty dollars. Let's not forget the tid bit."

"Of course not."

"Did you just roll your eyes?"

"You can see me? Oh my god, are you at this party?!"

"Hello?"

"HELLO?"

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