Here is Logan's card-
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This is Alex's-
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Alex: What is this!
Me: Yes. I know. It is stupid. I can't write, I have a writers block or something. So... I decide to waste some time I really don't have! 😕
Alex: Like really author???🤨 But, okay, I like my card. It is classy.
Logan: Mine is much better. Classier.
Alex: My face is much better. Ha!
Logan: How old are you again?
Alex: I know how old you are. A hundred and one. So Boo-ooriing!!!
Logan: Your face is boo-ring!
Alex: Yeah, tell that to me when you are trying to kiss me. And we will see. *pokes her tongue out*
Me: Take a break, will ya? Why can't you two get along even when we are having some completely normal and boring conversations? Uh?
Logan: It is your fault that she is this annoying.
Alex: It is your fault that she is this annoying.
Logan: Kid. *rolling his 👀*
Alex: Kid. *rolling her 👀*
Logan: Are you out of your mind?
Alex: Are you out of your mind?
Logan: I am not playing this childish game with you.
Alex: I am not playing this childish game with you.
Logan: *Walks away* 👣
Alex: Alexandra 1: Logan 0. Yeah! I win. Woohoo.
Me: You win, alright. *grabs my head and sits down*
Alex: Ladies & gentlemen, this round Alexandra wins 🏆!!! Logan is a loser. Loser. Loser.
Logan: *from somewhere in the House* Shut Uuuuuuupppp!
Alex: Or what? Such a sore loser!
Logan: I will kiss you to shut you up.
Alex: *blinks and looks down*
Me: Wow. That shuts you up so fast.
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Also... Who wants an invite to Alex and Logan's wedding??? 😀🤣
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His Appointed Wife
Romance"What if the right person is also your Mr. So Wrong?" *** Her lips touched and teased and coaxed him and he felt her touch in every cell and every bone. Soft and supple, her body was around him. Everywhere. She was everywhere. He was hungry for more...
