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leah blushed -by the way was it you or one of your buddies that said they got five other phone numbers tonight? |
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-Blake? Yeah, he usually hits chicks up and gets their numbers, half the time he doesn't text them back- |
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-oh - she was releaved and said again -thanks for saying i look good- |
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-meh, just had to establish a truth- |
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-well your good looking too- |
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Marco chuckled, thinking of what to say. - really?you, this absolutely masterpiece are calling me out of all people goodlooking? crazy- |
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-ok you flirt- leah tried to play it cool but was blushing on her end -what you doing right now- |
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-sipping a beer and ignoring my parents, hby?- Marco replied, rolling his eyes as his father yelled outside his door.He took a sip of the beer and set it down, waiting for a reponse. |
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-laying in bed - she replied then read his message agin -wait how old are you- |
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-nice- He responded, finishing off the drink. -19, why?- |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
