I can't find my phone, so I borrow Dylan's to call mine with while I search my room and listen for the vibrations. Lo and behold,
JANICE- is this jimmy?
(obviously, she wasn't trying to find the rightful owner)
Me- yes. Who is this?
Janice- this is Janice.
Me- hey Janice.
Janice- this isn't jimmy
Me- yeah janice, its francis, I'd like my phone
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your life is weird.
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