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  certifiedfuckboy:
hey, can you get the owner of this phone here @ moonchild's magic shop bar?

he's extremely drunk.
sent 3:30 am

mylovesosweet:
no, i don't know who's the owner of this.

and it's 3 in the morning. stop calling me!
sent 3:35 am

certifiedfuckboy:
but your his mylovesosweet? his your bf rite?

did you two fought?

or?

sorry but he really needs to get out of this bar or else i'll call a police, he already wants to beat the shit out of me!
sent 3:36 am

mylovesosweet:
nope. he's not my boyfriend.

that guy is a delulu for fuck sake.

and he has lots of friends, text them. god i'm not the only person who's number saved in his contacts.
sent 3:37 am

certifiedfuckboy:
okay

sorry but you're the only one in his contacts??

i'm really begging you to come get this man, he's getting wild!!!

help! he's fucking stripping!

oh fuck this man need to go to the hospital!

he has lots of bruises & wounds! on his body! and a bit on his face!
sent 3:38 am

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