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I called the helpline. "What's the capital

  • I called the helpline. "What's the capital of ex-Upper Volta, aka Bukina Faso?" It was a trick question. The answer is Ougadougou, but pronounced Wagadugu. "Are you suicidal?" said
  • the smooth operator with a Sade-sounding voice. Whoops. Wrong number. But since I had her on the phone already, I went along with it. "I might be," I replied."Meet me for a drink?"
  • The woman at the other end of the line said, "The time is six fifty-five p.m." She was playing coy. She dared me to beg her. I like strong women, so I covered the phone with my mou
  • th and breathed in a raspy breath "PlEaASSEEESEE LAdDDYy". I coughed a few times to give the impression I was ill. The woman breathed back in the phone, but this time impersonating
  • Charles de Gaulle. Who knew that I'd be getting this kind of accomodation on the pricy 800 number. She continued, breathing heavily into the phone.
  • "Just one night Mme. I don't need much room. My bag's small." Her breathing became rapid. A bit nervous about whether she could accommodate me I asked "Think you can squeeze me in?
  • "Well..." she she said, slowly, "no. There is no room for you here." I blinked in shock. My dream... crushed by this heartless woman.
  • In my heart i realized that I want to take actions against the heartless woman ,I was thinking "Should i stab her with my knife or punch her with my punch'
  • I resolved to stab her with my punch. I stabbed the heartless woman but my fist went straight through her. A ghost! I should have known, after all she was heartless.
  • "If only I'd punched her with my punch," I cried into spectral fires, bemoaning the immediate ghostly devaluation of my home's once-solid property value.
Started
2013-05-18 08:32:32
Finished
2015-02-16 10:55:14

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