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The first weekend of the second semester, John was already panicking about the new subjects. He was trying to relax himself, but it was nearly 1am and he was still walking up and down in his room. Then, he remembered something Harry had told him, about a strange website she used to chat with strange people when she was bored at work. How was the name...?
The curiosity invaded his mind, and he sat in front of his laptop and searched the web at Google. Common interests? he read, and didn't know what to type. Boredom, he wrote finally.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say Hi!
You and the stranger both like Boredom.
You: Hey
Stranger: Hello. Are your new subjects so horrible?
You: What? How'd you know?
You: You don't know me, do you?
Stranger: No. Just deduced it.
Stranger: These kind of webs are easily hacked, but I'm not a stalker. There's a lot of more effective ways to stalk somebody.
You: How did you...?
Stranger: Obviously the first thing you think in a situation like that is that you're being stalked.
You: But I don't have a way to know if you're actually stalking me.
Stranger: No need to worry.
You: Why boredom?
Stranger: Because I'm bored. Really, what happens inside your funny little brains?
Stranger: So, how's the university going?
You: Are you sure you're not stalking me?
Stranger: Deduced.
You: Ok Ok. I'm just a bit nervous, you know. First semester and I've already failed two subjects, and I only have one more test of both at september...
Stranger: Well, Medicine is a complex (but dull) career. Don't be so hard with yourself.
You: Really, how do you do it?
Stranger: You'd like to know?
You: Hell, yes.
Stranger: I knew you were a student based on the tag you wrote. Boredom is not usual, we're for sure the only ones who have written that in interests. You could be an office worker, but you said Hey, and that suited more with a young man. Man, because no girl'd write that, women usually write things like "Helloo" or "Hii". University was just a hint I got right, and Medicine because of what you've complained. Is a career which many people want to do, so the subject's taxes are high, and failing exams lead to suppose more money. You cared more about the money than the fact you've failed, because you talked about the retake exams instead of how dull would be to have to study them again.
You: Wow. That's brilliant!
Stranger: Do you... think so?
You: Of course! It was extraordinary. Quite extraordinary :)
Stranger: Hm.
Stranger: That's not what people usually say.
You: And what they say?
Stranger: Piss off.
You: hahahahaha
Stranger: :)
You: By the way, my name's John, John Watson :) Nice to meet you
Stranger: Sherlock Holmes. Nice to meet you too, John.
You: :)
You: Oh, I have to go, I forgot I have to go to some weird place with my sister tomorrow morning, sorry.
You: Want to exchange emails?
Stranger: Sure.
Stranger: deduction_holmes @gmail.us
You: [email protected]
You: Wait, you live in USA?
Stranger: Yes, but I'm British, actually.
Stranger: Is it important?
You: Well, would be nice to meet you, but... you're really far away.
Stranger: John, go to sleep, is late there.
You: Ok, I'll write you in the morning.
Stranger: I'll be waiting.
You: Good night Sherlock :)
Stranger: Good night John.
Stranger: Distance is between us.
You're conversational partner has been disconnected.