Will
It was around 11:10 AM, and we’re sitting in the hallway of the department waiting for someone to get the keys to open the hall that my 11:00 o’clock class usually takes place in when I get a phonecall from none other than Hala.
“Roba,” Hala says in a very serious tone. “I’m writing my will and I just t…”
“What?!” I yell. “Why are you writing your will?! You’re not dying!”
“Yes, I am. Everyone dies eventually. But anyway, that’s not the point, the point i…”
“YOU’RE NOT DYING.”
“…the point is I’m leaving you half my shoe collection, but not the heels nor the flats because Nad is taking the flats and Dyal…”
“Yay, half of your shoe collection?! That’s AWESOME!”
“Yeah, you can take all the pretty colorful ones, I know you’ll use them well. Do you want anything else?”
“Books!”
“You can have all my big art books…”
“YAY!”
“I will consider giving you my Macbook, but I think I love it so much that I will take it with me and chat with you guys from wherever I will be…”
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I don’t think I own anything I care enough about to leave a will for, but Hala, you can have the red shoes.
The keys to the hall were never found, and we ended up not taking the class (yay for airheadedness).
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