“H-h-h-hi. D-d-d-d-do you have any t-t-t-t-t-t-t-two bedroom apartments a-a-a-a-a-a-a-available?”
“Is this a joke?”
“Y-yes, it is. April Fool’s!”
“I knew it! I knew you didn’t really stutter.”
“No, I do. The A-A-April Fool’s is that I don’t really care about y-y-y-y-your crappy apartment.”
“Hi Mom.”
“Bret! You haven’t called in a while. How are you?”
“Good. Hey, Mom. I just want you to know: I love you.”
“That’s so sweet–”
“April Fool’s!”
“Doctor, what’s the news?”
“I have some good news. All the tests came back negative. You’re good to go.”
“YES! I was so worried. Last night, I couldn’t–”
“April Fool’s! You have cancer.”
“–sleep last night, and I’ve been crying all the time. My kids keep asking me, ‘What’s wrong?’ and I’ve been brushing them off, and–”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said you have cancer.”
“But you said I was fine.”
“I know. But after that, I said “April Fool’s.”
“I…I…me? But, I thought…oh, no.”
“Well, this is awkward.”
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