"Hello, you have reached the voice mailbox of Aravis Tarkheena. I am unavailable to take your call at this precise moment, and will return it at my leisure. Thank you, and have a lovely day."
Naminé cleared her throat awkwardly, wondering what had prompted that message. "Hello. I must apologize most sincerely if you thought I was ... propositioning in anyway. I assure you that I wasn't, and I should love to have lunch some time. Perhaps I won't be at Caritas, though, as I fear I wouldn't be good company tonight. But please do stop in if you'd like. And I mean that in a very polite and respectable way, I promise."
"I'm assuming that this was a wrong number and that you were probably trying to get a hold of one of my sons, Dean by the sounds of it. In which case, that was an entirely appropriate response."
"Hey, Aravis, it's me Annette, your fake big sister. I was just checking in, yes, probably a bit late, but just seeing how everything is going for you and whatnot." Annette thought by the sounds of the radio, Aravis was doing very well indeed. "So this is nothing more than just a friendly little phone call to say hey, and if you need anything, let me know, okay? Bye!"
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"Hey, it's Sam. Um, I already told someone else, I can't go bowling tonight. And I don't love you, so...sorry?"
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"I'm afraid I'm not anybody's anything, and I don't care whose head you eat. You're completely nuts; did you know that?"
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