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Ocean was a persistent fucker.
Consistently over the span of an hour that Maisie would never get back, he asked for her number. He made a speech about how closer the two of them would be if they could just text each other in seconds. That led Maisie to think of nightmares that involved Ocean texting her every waking second with an unnatural mix of emojis. It was too much; Ocean was too much.
But he wouldn't stop nagging her and after the two hundredth time he had got down on his knees to literally beg her, Maisie whipped her phone out before too many people started looking.
Maisie regretted that decision almost immediately.
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Maisie snorted out loud unexpectedly from her place on top of her bed. The lamp was on beside her but it was dimmed and honestly still forced Maisie to squint her eyes in order to see anything. Her eyes stung from her phone's large screen even though the brightness was all the way down.
Damn phones need be able to dim lower. This is still bright!
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Maisie rolled her eyes and locked her phone, dropping it down next to her lamp on the bedside table. The entire house was silent and she just sat there, blankets around her waist and textbooks covering the rest of the bed. Her brain was a fried mess and she couldn't cram anything else into her skull. She didn't have a lecture until six in the evening the next day so Maisie slowly started to relax.
