"Fudge is made by chocolate angels." – Alexis F. Hope

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"Hey, Fletcher!"

"..."

"Fletcher? You there? No one at Waffle Cones picked up, so I called your cell instead."

"Voicemail. Please leave a message."

"Seriously? Fletcher, pick up your phone right now, or I swear to god, I'll–"

"Beep. Beep. Beep."

"Argh, I give up!"