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"I have a problem.
The name Eva Hawkins has been running through my mind several times the past four weeks.
That's what usually happens when a boy starts developing feelings for a girl. I woul...
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THIS AFTERNOON, I sat down with a piece of paper and wrote everything I know that might've happened at the party.
That's where my phone has been stolen. At a party. With a bunch of fucked up and drunk kids.
Personally, I haven't drank that much before. Something in my guts was swirling that night, encouraging me to gulp six cups of alcohol, along with small shots that Thomas and I split.
Better than nothing.
Eva | X * 6:25 PM Thursday, August 17th, 2014 *
> I know who you are!
< Hello to you, too.
> You were the guy who I gave my jacket to at the party.
> My phone was in it, and you stole it.
< I'm not that old.
> How can I even be sure? And how did you know that guy was old if it wasn't you?
< I was watching you the whole time.
> That doesn't make me feel any less creeped out.
< Phone was in your jeans, love.
< Back pocket.
> Right.
> I totally forgot that.
> God. Were you the one that touched my ass?
< Maybe.
> Oh, heck no.
> I'm going to call the cops. You stole private property and harassed me sexually.
< You talk about the cops more than yourself. That's a record.
> I just want my phone back. It's not too much to ask.
> I don't need some sixty years of age pervert having my phone.
