❝Hello, this is Blue Skies helpline, here to assist you during emotional stress. How can I help you?❞
❝Hi.❞
❝Ethan? Oh my goodness, where were you?❞
❝Has Robotic Mary been worried about me?❞
❝Ugh, you have no idea. You owe me answers.❞
❝Okay, okay. Um...I don't know. I'm getting therapy. I've kind of been on a hiatus, haven't talked—like actually talked—to anyone in weeks.❞
❝Oh, I see. . . I know it's not easy for you to talk about what happened, and I won't push you to do so. I am happy you're getting help. Is it. . .helping?❞
❝Not really.❞
❝Do you want to talk about it?❞
❝No. I kind of just want to be normal, please? If that isn't too much to ask.❞
❝Yeah, of course.❞
❝Mm, get any interesting callers?❞
❝None as interesting as you. Well. . .actually, there was this one guy who ran out of toilet paper while taking a dump, and requested me to send him some.❞
❝Did you send?❞
❝Of course not! We provide emotional help, not toilet paper!❞
❝Ha-ha! That's fucking hilarious.❞
❝. . .❞
❝. . .Rowan?❞
❝Yeah?❞
❝I missed you, dude.❞
❝I missed you too, Ethan.❞
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Childish
Short Story❝Hi, I finished my free trial of adulthood and am no longer interested. Therefore, I wanna cancel my subscription. Is there a manager I can speak to?❞ in which a messed up, drunken boy calls the local helpline, asking for his childhood back.
