phil 🔮: i'm looking for a piano teacher, and according to the internet, you are one.
dan 💓: um...i guess.
phil 🔮: can you teach me how to play?
dan 💓: sure?
phil 🔮: okay, gr8. meet me at my flat tmrw @ 6pm.
dan 💓: let me finish.
phil 🔮: w??
dan 💓: i'm not a professional or whatever. i'm self-taught, and not very good, so...
phil 🔮: that's okay. then i can be self-taught, too.
dan 💓: umm
phil 🔮: you know what i mean, m8.
dan 💓: k. c u tmrw w/ the ££.
phil 🔮: hehe
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