December 5, 2018
10:51 P.M.Shawn | Camila
Camola!
oh honey
that's not me
This is your fault, Camila.
whatt
You make typos a lot and I'm starting to make one, too.
sweetie
don't be afraid to make mistakes
Wow. Sweet excuse.
i know
besides mrs. jone's not watching, is she?
Yeah, no. But I feel like she's always behind me.
Ready to correct and such.
poor shawny boy
What were you doing?
do you really want to know?
Actually, I know.
I can smell banana from here.
grins wide
Seriously, have pity on monkeys.
You're stealing way too much of their food, you know that?
i'm sorry i guess i'm just really one of them
oh my god i didn't just say that
You did and I'm jotting that down.
shut up canada
You call me with too many names.
whhat do you want me to call you?
Do I really get to choose?
i'm giving you the chance
Actually, it's okay.
Call me whatever you want, Camila.
hold up
what fruit do you favor much?
Woah.
is that your favorite fruit?
No, I was just blown away by your grammar construction.
'What fruit do you favor much?' if you could just say 'What's your favorite fruit?'
small thing
mrs. jones must be shaking now
About your question, it's avocado.
oohhh
avocado sounds so arrogant though
hahaha
Banana sounds carefree.
because of the a's?
Because of you.
. . .
Camila?
. . .
Stop blushing and talk to me.
And, don't faint either.
Because, I'm not there to catch you.
. . .
Camila.
i'm honestly speechless shawn
you're evolving night by night
Hahaha.
and i don't know whether to be happy about it or not
I'm only kidding hahaha.
you use a lot of hahaha's now, don't you?
It's the Camila Influence.
again i don't know whether to be happy about it or not
Hahaha.
You aren't tired, yet?
nope
you?
No.
. . .
Camila?
shawn?
I want to call you.
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