"Bond, James Bond." You could hear the grin. "Faith here. Friday didn't work out so hot, sorry 'bout that. boo, hiss, time zones! Maybe we try Thursday this time? Still can't wait to see your moves."
"I keep telling you. I can't special-order the llamas. They only come in periwinkle. If you're ready to accept that, then I can place the order, but you and only you can know if the time is right."
"Hey Mr. Bond, it's Kyle Reese. I have to go home and I don't think I'll be back. Sorry I can't be your TA anymore." There was silence on the line for a few seconds. "Thanks for trusting me." Then he hung up.
Okay, first of all, not a chick. You can tell by my lack of womanly attributes. If anything you're the chick here with your pretty hair and eyes and wow this suddenly just got gay. Anyway! Not interested in your love monkey. Not at all. Deal with it.
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"Oh, like I really spend that much of my time thinking about you to send anything to any of the people you sleep with.
Jackass."
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Okay, first of all, not a chick. You can tell by my lack of womanly attributes. If anything you're the chick here with your pretty hair and eyes and wow this suddenly just got gay. Anyway! Not interested in your love monkey. Not at all. Deal with it.
And stop flaunting your hair you bastard.
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