ASSIGNMENTS:
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Megan Brown
Austin, Texas USA
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REPORTS:
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Me: I don't have that many contacts in my phone.
Jake: WAY more than I do.
Me: How many do you have?
Jake: 19.
Me: ..Okay well I have 53.
Jake: EXACTLY!
About twenty minutes later.
Jake: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing.
Jake, trying to pay attention to the road: Tell me what it is. I can tell you're upset.
Me: Nothing. I'll get over it! Drop it.
Jake: Get over what? I don't want to drop it.
Me: It's nothing. Please.
Jake: Just tell me!
Me: No.
Jake pulls the car into a parking lot near the coffee shop.
Me: I saw it.
Jake: Saw what?
Me: Alyssa's number, in your phone.
Jake: Oh, that's what this is about.
I get out of the car and lean against the wall of the coffee shop. Jake gets out of the car a minute later, fiddling with his phone.
Jake, holding up the phone in my face: Look! Lizard, not Lyssa. Look, see, she's not in there.
Me: Whatever, you deleted her. It doesn't matter, Jake. I'm over it, really.
Jake: I swear I didn't delete it.
Five minutes later, back in the car.
Me: Oh, hey can I see your phone?
Jake: Yeah.
I open the contacts.
Me: You only have 18 people.
Silence.
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