texts between defendant and contact, 17/02/17
her: try sneaking out. for me, babe.
him: okay, i'll try but no promises. i need to see your beautiful face.
her: i miss you so much. i'll be waiting, at my window for the boy who makes my heart soar.
him: so i'm a boy now? not a man?
her: you know what i meant. either way, boy or man, you make me feel emotions never felt before.
him: rightfully so
her: i think you need to tone down that ego, mister. i'm not one who likes narcissists.
him: that can always change.
him: you're a narcissist yourself too, hypocrite
her: oh really?
her: in what way
him: you know you're overly beautiful and rub it in people's faces.
her: shut up and just get your ass over here.
him: your wish is my command, my lady.
"Who was the person you were texting?"
I smiled. "Well, remember when the mother was talking about how I wasn't leaving the family alone and moving on the her nephew?"
She nodded, indicating for me to go on.
"He was the nephew."
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Pulchritude
Short Storyshe was pulchritudinous, and that pulchritude did both wonders and horrors for her. told in the form of voicemails, call transcripts, and other forms of communication
