Ron

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

You were just about to go out for a walk with your friend, Ron, when several messages about meeting cancellations arrived on your phone.

• I have a temperature.

You stopped. It was so typical of him to make excuses to bail on plans. But he was never sick. Never.

“ How much? ” you asked, rolling your eyes.

The answer came quickly. Suspiciously quickly.

— 38.7.

You snorted and pinched the bridge of your nose, imagining him lying in bed, coming up with the next reason.

" Were you looking at my photos? " you wrote with a sly grin.

There was a pause. You knew he'd read it. He always read it instantly, but now he was clearly pondering a response. Or trying to figure out how to get out of it. You waited, feeling the smile growing on your face. The silence stretched on. It was filled with his struggle with his own stubbornness.

A minute later the phone vibrated.

• You fool... Who am I friends with? I have a serious fever.

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