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- incoming call from princess -
"So we're really going to meet up?"
"100%"
"What's the dress code?"
"Preferable nothing"
"You're still an idiot I see"
The sweet melody of his laughter filled her ears.
"Wear anything you want"
"Be more specific"
"Wear a tank top with cycling shorts"
"Damion..." she paused "This is England, not Florida"
"Oh shoot, yeah"
No response.
"Wear something casual, no heels because...well I can't tell you that and try to keep it black"
"What are you wearing?"
"The smile you gave me"
She felt a heat creep up to her cheeks.
"Damion..."
"Just being honest"
"3 days left huh?"
"Till our wedding"
He smirked.
"Damion. Stop it"
"Okay, whatever"
No response.
"You're such a killjoy Isabella"
"Got to go, call you later"
"Wait, when is later?"
"Midnight probably"
"All right, stay-"
//call ended//
"-safe"
"God, what is she doing to me?"
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Drug Helpline
Short Story"hello ! this is the drug free helpline, how can I help you?" "i want all the weed you can get me." [ in which a guy calls a helpline, often when drunk ] All Rights Reserved.
