"Hello, welcome to Breakup Helpline. How may I help you?"
 
  
"By accepting my proposal?"
 
 
"What?"

"Nothing."
 
 
"That's what I thought."
 
  
"So, how is your day going so far?"
 
  
"Terrible!"
 
  
"Why?"
 
  
"It's been two days and I have been finding bouquets and cheesy gifts on my doorstep and that thing is irritating the fuck outta me!"

  
"Maybe it's just your secret admirer?"
 
  
"Secret admirer or not, if I will find one more gift on my doorstep, then I am gonna rip his fucking limbs off!"
 
  
"Comeon, they are just gifts!"
 
  
"Who sends a bouquet of hundred roses?!"
 
  
"Uh, your admirer?"
 
  
"That admirer is going to be dead by tomorrow, I swear."
 
  
"They are just gifts, Meanie. Why do you hate them so much?"
 
 
"I don't hate gifts. I hate cliché."

 
"What is so cliché about a ring pendant?"
 
  
"How do you know it was a pendant?"
 
  
"Uh, erm, lucky guess?"
 
  
"Lucky guess, my foot! Tell me how do you know, Goofie."
  
  
"Uh, my mom is calling me. I gotta go. Bye, Meanie."


*Beep* *Beep*
 
 
"Phew. That was so close!"
 
   
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New update! Finally!

Oh and it would be awesome if you would check my other book, 'Trapped in love.' It's a billionaire's story, if you are interested in that kind of stuff. Just, try giving it a shot.
 
Thank you!