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[happytimetemp]

::standing in the train station by a payphone, dumping out her change in her hands and trying to find two quarters amidst the pennies, safety pins, lint, and two buttons::

God damn, finally..::puts in 50 cents, hugging the payphone to her ear::

Comeoncomeonpickuppickuppickupppp...::hearing a click:: Daisy, it's George! Pick up the fucking phone!

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[ticketsnriddles]

That won't work.

[happytimetemp]

::looks up:: Huh?

Whaddaya mean, it won't work? Daisy just probably forgot to pay the phone bill. I'll call somebody else.

[ticketsnriddles]

You could try, but you won't be able to reach anyone.

[happytimetemp]

::dumps her change back into her pocket::

That's bullshit! I'm just out of range, or whatever! I'll look for another phone.