"After eating chocolate you feel godlike, as though you can conquer enemies, lead armies, entice lovers." – Emily Luchetti
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"So, about that favour."
"What about it?"
"My class is having a picnic where everyone brings food and we eat it together. Could you spare me some ice cream?"
"Uhh, I don't know."
"Pretty please?"
"Sushi, if Melanie finds out that I do this, I could lose my job."
"Pleeeeeease?"
"What do I get out of this?"
"The satisfaction of helping a Sushi?"
"Eh, that's good enough for me."
"Yes, I managed to convince Flip-Flop-Fletcher to be my slave!"
"Wait, what?"
"Huh? Oh, never mind."
"No, you said something that sounded super freaky. What did you say?"
"Uh, out of interest, how long have you been working at Waffle Cones?"
"Okay fine, just change the subject on me. Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
"Wanna stalk me?"
"Hell no! We're not going to bring that stupid topic up again, asshole."
"Well, you started it last time, so it's totally your fault."
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"I hate you!"
"I hate– wait, that's my line!"
"I stole it, muahaha!"
"I hate you!"
"Why are we screaming again?"
"Because you're a dumbass!"
"What kind of sorcery is this?"
"This has all happened before, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, it has!"
"Creepy!"
"I know!"
"I have to go!"
"Ciao!"
"Sāyonara!"
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
