[Yes. There's a picture of a rock here. Smooth, contoured, big enough to fit in the palm of a scrawny teenager's hand. Not that anyone else would see this on their end, anyway.]
"Uuuh...okay. I'm still talking to a rock. Yup! Because I must be crazy..." [An awkward laugh easily becomes a pathetic sigh.] "This is stupid. How does this even- " [*
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