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Doo doo dee

“If you’d like to make a call please hang up and try again,” said the droning female voice.

“I know that’s you, Jill. You don’t sound like the real operator lady.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” replied Jill.

“Except that.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Does that?”

“No.”

“How about that?”

“No.”

“How about that?”

“No. Are you going to apologize?”

“Oh, that one must count.”

“Pft.”

“I already apologized, like a hundred times.”

“Well do it again. I’m ready for it now.”

“I’m sorry I poisoned your boyfriend and then dissolved his body in lye.”

“And?”

“And I’m sorry I ruined your bathtub.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Thanks.”

“So, want to go out tonight?”

“Nah, I’m going to be in jail for another 145 months.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll see you then.”

“See you.”

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