"Are those starbursts?"
"Perhaps."
"I want one."
"Well come over and get one. There's this nifty thing called a door..."
"Your roommate might attack me with iambic pentameter. Toss one in my mouth."
"Katherine, you are greatly overestimating my eleven p.m. aim."
"Please?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You're right. Don't quit your day job."
"Ha. Ha. You're funny."
"I know. At least a homeless man got some starbursts?"
"Okay, here."
"The whole bag? You're a friend."
"I know."
"I'm going to bed."
"I expect there to be at least three candies left tomorrow."
"No promises, Cambriel."
"Good night, Katherine."
"Night."
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Balconial Conversations
Short Storybal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
