"Hello, welcome to—"


"Please don't hang up this time!"


"How may I help you, sir?"


"Sir? Are you okay?"


"I believe that's completely unprofessional."


"You sound low."


"I am fine."


"No, you're not. It seems like, you are on the verge of crying."


"I said, I am fine."


"Hey, look, whatever your name is, you know you can tell me anything right?"


"Yes, because pouring my heart out to a stranger is definitely on my to - do - list."


"This means you agree on not being okay?"


"Yes, I am not fucking okay! Is that what you wanted to hear?! That I am so miserable I can't stop my tears even after two years of my break-up. Go on, call me pathetic because that's what the society does, right?!"


"Lis—"


"I hate you, I hate boys, I hate everyone!"


"Wha—"


*Beep* *Beep*


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