| | 5:25 p.m. | |
Jake:
So since you know my name...do i get to know yours now?Me:
No.Jake:
Aw come on! Why not? I think its a fair exchange.Me:
It's*. It is a fair exchange, but we had agreed to no such thing. Therefore, my name shall remain with me.Jake:
What's with the posh talk?Me:
As an assignment from our class, our spectacular professor decided that for this week, we shall converse in old English. It is not going well for us. So many have failed, but I shall not be one of them. Hence, why I speak with you so.Jake:
Ugh...you're giving me a headache. Please send a message my way once thou hast completed this task of yours, milady.Me:
I applaud you for your efforts, but it would seem you still have a long journey ahead of you.Me:
And my name's Clare.* * *
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