Chloe came by. Took her things. I’ve been reflecting.
Oof. That’s rough. Okay. I’ll let it slide. This once.
Your kindness knowsno bounds.
Believe me. I know.
So, smartass, let’s try again. What’s your contact name?
Let’s start with yours. Dashing Stranger? Clueless Texter? Doll-Loving Carl?
How about Persistent Charmer?
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Fine. We’ll trade. You name me, I name you.
Dangerous, but I’m in. You shall henceforth be known as... Carl the Doll Collector. With the pigtail girl emoji.
Offensive. Change it.
Nope. Actions have consequences. Next time, don’t ghost me, CARL.
You’re a menace.
And you’re stuck with me.
Lucky me. Also, you’ve used one emoji. Two left.
Shaking my head, I type the nameCarlinto my contacts. It’s dumb. It’s nothing. But it’s also a tiny morsel of control in the storm of everything else.
Fine. But you’re not getting off that easy either.
Yeah, yeah. I’m terrified.
What do you want to call me?
A lot of things. Mostly trouble.
Interesting coming from someone who started this mess.
Hey, I’m just trying to keep up with your chaotic energy.
Stop stalling. What’s my name?
Textually Frustrated.
Hmmm…okay, fair.
Thought so.
So what’s with the dramatic reappearance? One minute you’re MIA, next minute you’re texting me like nothing happened.
You ever hate someone?
That’s random.
Is it?
