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Miss you again

A short story

B: Hey Sam.
S: Hey yourself.
B: I'm not stalking you - I promise.
S: I know that, dumbhead.
B: Geez. Now there's something I haven't heard in thirty years.
S: What?
B: "Dumbhead." You used to call me that back in the day. When you were mad at me.
S: Or teasing you.
B: Ha, ha. Indeed. So - everything good on your side?
S: Yes. Mostly. And no... That's life eh?
B: What's up?
S: Ah - it'd take too long to explain.
B: Give it a try.
S: You might not be a stalker Brandon Durie but you're still a pest, you know that? Okay, in short: Graeme annoyed the crap out of me today (again). Just the usual domestic stuff: not doing his fair share of the chores. Then there's our two boys, who won't listen to a thing I say... They take after their dad, surprise, surprise. So I've locked myself in my study and told them I've got an op-ed piece to finish by tomorrow. They'll have to arrange dinner themselves.
B: Will they?
S: Oh, I do…