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“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

she replied. “Do you think this is weird?” I asked “What?” “You and I eating a bowl of oatmeal and making jokes?” She nodded her head “extremely” “Me too”

Dun dun dun Who do you think is there? 😁😁😁😁

"I just did not count that day because we both know that you were never against it. You even enjoyed it. So, technically, this is the first time that you've become truly against having public sex with me, which again, I understand. And why do we even keep on talking about public sex? This is not what we should be focusing on." This time, I wasn't able to hold back my laugh anymore. "You sound so ridiculous. And it was you who opened up that topic! But you're right, that's not what we should focus on." Gunner nodded immediately and consecutively, which reminded me of that Japanese lucky cat figurine. And having that thought made me laugh again. "What is so funny?" Gunner asked with a frown. I

“I suppose it would.” Another pause followed. Neither of us seemed comfortable with silence. The difference was that adults filled silence with lies. Children filled it with questions. “So…” There it was. The question phase. I braced myself. “So what?” “Do you just sit around now?” I laughed. Actually laughed. The sound surprised me. “I beg your pardon?” “You know.” Toby sounded thoughtful. “Like… what do people do when they do not have jobs?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have not figured that out yet.”

This isn't funny, not one bit of it is. "Child, calm down," she says meeting my questioning gaze with her soft ones. "Calm down?! Is this some kind of a joke?! 'cause it is not funny and it's the last I need right now." I furiously lash out, forcing my legs down to the floor. "Why do you think it's a joke?" The lady in white ask, "Have you not been in a sexually active relationship lately?"

A young voice pierced through the crowd and I sighed. “Who said that? Stand up for me for a minute.” A young kid, maybe eighteen or nineteen, stood up, his phone held up, filming. I smiled and waved. “I have a question for you. Is your girlfriend hot?” “I…I…don’t have a girlfriend.” My eyes widen in mock shock, and I could hear a few chuckles in the crowd. “If you don’t even have a girlfriend, why are you asking if my wife is hot? If she is a model? Do you think your next girlfriend is going to be a model?”

"What do you guys talk about? Did he cook for you? " "Can I have a selfie with him? I will post it on my I*******m. Zed will be really jealous." There are even many impersonal questions like, "What is his length? How good is he at bed? Is he a dirty talker? How many times do you guys make love in a week? Is that really true that you guys are dating? Why don't you make it official?" And the list goes on. I only answered one among hundreds of questions she shot at me continuously. That is about his cooking and our pasta joke. At first,she didn't believe it. She thought I made that story up. Later she laughed like an idiot.

As I closed my eyes and watched the events of today flash before my eyes, one question lingered on my tongue. What the fuck?