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after i finally got coti’s number, i literally never stopped texting her.
it was 11 pm and i still didn’t have a costume for the work party the next day.
target boy: heeeelp me
pineapple tits: with whaaaaat?
target boy: my costume. i think ashton will literally fire me if i don't wear one.
pineapple tits: do you have a lot of colorful clothes?
target boy: um, yes?
pineapple tits: do you have a white piece of paper?
target boy: um, yes???
pineapple tits: can i come over?
target boy: yes.
20 minutes after telling her my address, she was knocking at my door.
she had scissors and many differently colored markers, and i was still confused.
she walked right past me and sat on the floor, spreading out her tools across the carpet.
she told me to go get her a piece of paper and get dressed in as many different colors as i could find.
i did that, and put on some (embarrassing) red skinny jeans,
a pink and purple galaxy t-shirt (that i still thought looked cool),
some knee-high yellow soccer socks (from middle school),
green nike sneakers (because i work out sometimes),
and i even found some orange gloves (from my days working as an elementary school crossguard. in the winter.)
when i walked back in, she laughed brightly and handed me a swirly rainbow paper cone.
“on your head.” she smiled. “like a unicorn.”
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i'll update once more after this before my cruise i promise
