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eight

Mia: Im fucking tired

Lukewarm: what time is it

Mia: 3 am?

Mia: 4 am?

Mia: I don't fuckn know anymore

Lukewarm: why are you up dumbshit

Mia: I has work to do

Mia: has*

Mia: had** Jesus Christ

Lukewarm: well go to sleep if it's done

Mia: its done.

Mia: but we haven't spoken alll dayy

Mia: stupid time zones ;(

Lukewarm: you're staying up longer to talk to me?

Mia: no shit

Lukewarm: awwwwwwwwww

Lukewarm: awwweee

Lukewarm: aweeeeeasgdfhjk

Mia: im starting to regret it ..

Lukewarm: NO!

Lukewarm: sorry. I'll shut up

Mia: you're adorable

Lukewarm: awwweeee

Mia: ... sometimes only

Lukewarm: bruh

Lukewarm: you're lame

Mia: your face is lame

Lukewarm: bitch

Mia: woah

Lukecold: I didn't mean that :c

Lukecold: sowwwy :c

Mia: you insulted me

Mia: ...

Mia: I'm impressed.

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Author’s Note—Bare with me, it might seem slowpaced with all the texts but the pace will pick up soon!

So, what do you think about the book so far? You like?

I’m hungry, but I shouldn’t eat...I’m fat rn. Blame Christmas and my grandmum.