From : 1(509) 555-****
November 19, 2011 1:22PM Wednesday
What’s the answer to number four?
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From : 1(509) 222-****
November 19, 2011 1:26PM Wednesday
WTF, not again Anth. We’re not even taking a test. Unless you have forgotten, we are in sculpting class?
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1. Hello? How are you?
2. What happened to your beached whale sculpture? It was so pathetic, it turned cute.
3. Will you dare answer the question?
4. What’s the history between you and Aaron?
5. So, did you answer number four?
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Let’s see… no, not hello. Don’t you remember, that wasn’t a beached whale sculpture, it was your face. I destroyed it and it dried in the ugly form. But then again, it looks even more like your face now. :P I don’t know what the answer to number four is. Does Aaron know the answer to number four? I did answer number four.
You are so weird…
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Quit being so mean to me!!!! You know you want to confide in me… common, I’m your best friend!!! Your gorgeous best friend that you cannot say no to…
No
Oh, look at that… did someone just say no? And what’s wrong with your eyes? Blinking away the dust? Epileptic maybe?
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What are you talking about? Those are my puppy dog eyes.
You know you want to tell me about Aaron… I can see it burning away in your soul, just grasping to be let out. You cannot deny your souls desire to tell me…
You’re driving me crazy, London. The need to know is killing me :)
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I’m going to annoy you until you tell me…
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Please?!!!
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Quite being stubborn, woman!
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Did you know that my favorite type of food is tacos?
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One time, I had this next door neighbor and he was completely crazy and I mean, bring- girls- home- and- never- hear- from- those- girls- again, crazy. And I had these binoculars that I would spy on the neighborhood with (not in a creepy fashion (maybe just a little on my hot next door neighbor)) Anywho, I was spying on him this one night with my friend and suddenly, my freaky neighbor looked at me like he knew I was watching him from the second floor through my window and I was freaking out because I just knew that he was a psycho but no one believed me, not even my friend who was with me and then this guy starts going after my mum so I was like, Oh, hell no! I killed the guy and did the world a justice.
Oh, wait, that was just a movie I watched the other day :)
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Haha, I know that last one made you smile… I saw it.
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I was only smiling because I didn’t think that stupid came in a movie lover fashion.
P.s… tacos do rule.
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But I still made you smile and that’s fine for me :)
Also, happy early Thanksgiving, Londie
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