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43 || the sky

seven | diana

'hello?'

'hey, diana?'

'seven? how did you get the number for the phone in my house?'

'you called me once, remember?'

'ah, yes. what's up?'

'the sky.'

'i can just hang up.'

'sorry.'

'good. so?'

'is rova there?'

'yes, she is. but you can't talk to her.'

'did she say so?'

'no, but she's busy. she's searching for something. you should see her room, it looks like a tornado hit it.'

'oh.'

'oh?'

'can you do me a favor?'

'isn't that what i always do?'

'oh lord, give that sass a rest. i need you to pass on a message to rova.'

'never, and i will if you answer my question.'

'i will try my best.'

'what did you save her number as in your phone?'

'rova dot tee.'

'i see. what's the message?'

'tell her that if she doesn't return my property in forty eight hours, i will kill her, regardless of the fact she's my girlfriend.'

'ouch.'

'don't forget, okay?'

'okay. and seven?'

'yes, diana?'

'you saved her number as rova tee, right?'

'yeah?'

'does the 't' stand for trace, which is her name, or taylors, which is your name?'

'hey kid, how about you use your brain for studies?'

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*smiles sheepishly*

do you guys mind nominating me in 'the fiction awards'?

all you have to do is find the book called 'the fiction awards 2018' and nominate me in the appropriate category. i'll be really happy if you do!

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