March 19th - 11:37am
California timeHey it's Josie. I'm probably in some boring lecture or making soup. I don't know, but if you could leave your message, I'll get back to you soon. Maybe
Hey it's Corbyn. You already know, but we need to talk. What I kept was for a good reason. I didn't want you getting hurt or looking at me different because I'm mister pop star. This is kinda big, and I should've told you. It's just, I have a life that could be... *Corbyn inhales and sniffs on the other line* I can't hurt another person
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Hey it's Josie. I'm probably in some boring lecture or making soup. I don't know, but if you could leave your message, I'll get back to you soon. Maybe
You haven't gotten back. What's up. Yeah, I'll cut the crap. Josie, you have made me happy in a dark place. Talk to me. What I did wasn't right as I've said before, but if you knew why I did it, it would be better. Kinda. Just, trust me and come back
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Hey it's Josie. I'm probably in some boring lecture or making soup. I don't know, but if you could leave your message, I'll get back to you soon. Maybe
Text me, at the bare minimum. Josie, I miss your sarcasm and comebacks. Now pick up the phone for me and talk
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She couldn't listen to any more. It hurt to know she caused this to her bean. But, she couldn't find the strength to do anything. Secrets didn't go well. For once, she thought she trusted and knew someone
But really, she didn't know anything
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i love being an over dramatic shitbut me, and josie, being over dramatic has a rightful place in the future
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