Tinder ↠ Michael Clifford

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Michael: 

Are you a math teacher? Because you got me harder than calculus. 

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Karma: 

Try again... 

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Michael: 

I C Major potential in us getting together. 

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Karma: 

No.

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Michael: 

Save a guitar lick a guitarist ;) 

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Karma: 

I'm into drummers... 

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"What's she saying now?" Luke finally came out of the bathroom. He didn't fail to dry his hands on his jeans - a bad habit that Michael hated. 

"She said, she's into drummers..." Michael muttered. He refrained from making a joke about Luke stinking up the bathroom. 

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Michael: 

Oh ok

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Michael: 

I have a best friend who's a drummer...his name's ashton I can give you his number

"DON'T SEND THAT!" 

"Why not!?" Michael hollered. "Ashton will have better luck with her!"

"Ashton's a creep." Luke said like it was a common fact. 

Michael erased the message, thinking up something to type.

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Karma: 

Nice booty shorts...?

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Michael: 

God I need to change my profile picture.

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Karma: 

No, keep it. I like it. 

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Karma: 

I like your hair too by the way. It's not every day you come across a guy who dyes his hair. 

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Michael: 

I'm kind of addicted to trying out new colors. 

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Michael: 

I've dyed it every color on the color wheel I think. I'm running out of ideas.