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Mr. Nice-Guy:
What type of music do you listen to?Me:
Classical music, why?Mr. Nice-Guy:
Jw.Me:
???Mr. Nice-Guy:
Just. wondering. How do you not know that?Me:
I don't really use abbreviations. It's bad for writing.Mr. Nice-Guy:
Yea, but doesn't your other friends use them?Mr. Nice-Guy:
Mia??Mr. Nice-Guy:
Don't tell me...Mr. Nice-Guy:
I'M YOUR ONLY FRIEND???!!!Me:
No! Ny friends and I prefer to talk face-to-face instead of over the phone. Or using notes, thank you ver much.Me:
My*Me:
very*Me:
Dammit!!!Mr. Nice-Guy:
Ha!! You're blushing aren't you?Me:
No. I am not.Mr. Nice-Guy:
You totally are.Me:
I am not. So shut up.Me:
And I know what you're gonna say. "Technically we're texting, so you can't tell me to shut up." Well, I am! So zip it!Mr. Nice-Guy:
Hahaha!! Kk, I'll drop it...for now.Mr. Nice-Guy:
What are you up to?Me:
What's with all these questions tonight??Mr. Nice-Guy:
I'm home alone and bored. So unless two thiefs are gonna try and break into my house, I have nothing better to do, so...Me:
thieves*Me:
And I am studying. So I would appreciate it if you stopped texting me right now. The test is tomorrow.Mr. Nice-Guy:
Ooooohh!! 10-4 captain!! Good luck on that test!* * *
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