Categories > Original > Fantasy > Broken Promises in Wonderland
Once I got home I instantly went to fridge, pulled out a rootbeer and a bowl of fruit.
"Tell me, tell me, how does it feel--" I answered my phone.
"Hewro? This is Evelynn."
"Hey. This is Ollie."
"Oh. It's Cookie."
"You don't know what I think when I hear that word."
"Yes I do. It's called va--"
"Well, um, you're a tom boy."
"Yes, because girly-girls wear ripped jeans, fingerless gloves, beanies, and combat boots. In your dreams."
"Tell me, tell me, how does it feel--" I answered my phone.
"Hewro? This is Evelynn."
"Hey. This is Ollie."
"Oh. It's Cookie."
"You don't know what I think when I hear that word."
"Yes I do. It's called va--"
"Well, um, you're a tom boy."
"Yes, because girly-girls wear ripped jeans, fingerless gloves, beanies, and combat boots. In your dreams."
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