[one day later]

"Adam?"

"Emily? Classy? Is that you?"

He looked at the caller ID and his eyes widen in both fear and relief.

"Yeah, its Emily. Can we talk?"

"I'm kind of busy..."

"Doing what?"

"I'm on the toilet."

"You are disgusting."

"You don't talk your phone to the toilet?"

"No I don't. Gah I was going to say that I heard your voicemails."

His palms began to sweat as he whispered with a hint of vulnerability

"And?"

"I forgive you."

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