"As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate." – Sandra Boynton
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"Okay, this time, you are going to stay, and you are going to listen to me."
"Make me."
"Sushi, please."
"Fine, you have thirty seconds."
"Sure, but listen to what I have to say. I'll give you three seconds to respond afterwards, but that's up to you."
"Shoot."
"Alrighty then. Sushi, phone buddy, whatever, you are the most intriguing human being I have ever had the pleasure to speak to. Calling you the b-word was totally uncalled for."
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"Seriously, you don't deserve anyone who calls you that word, and I fit that description, which has left me with so much guilt. The worst part is that I spoke it as a false accusation."
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"Alex said that one of the snobby girls at school overheard our conversation and spread it throughout the student body. I'm so sorry for assuming you were the one who told. I don't blame you for being mad at me."
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"All I wanted to say was, I'm sorry."
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"As promised, three seconds for you to respond before I hang up."
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"Three."
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"Two."
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"One."
"..."
"Well, thanks for listening to me, at any rate. See you later, Alligator."
"Wait! Fletcher, I–"
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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." ...
