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Post by mattie on Sept 8, 2011 15:35:08 GMT -5
-Matthew-
I walked to a table carrying my tray with a slice of pepperoni and ham pizza, one hand texting. I sat down and took I bite of my pizza, my eyes glued to the string of texts my ex-girlfriend was sending me. hey hottie (; r u @ home? ur not mad again r u ),: riderr!! ),: whats wrong?I guess I hadnt really broken up with her. And I hadnt told her about coming here. I just needed to get away, she was kind of a creep. I mean, I like lovers, I just dont want creepy lovers. Like Cristie. She was weird. By the time the the texting stopped I had a total of seventy eight texts now in my inbox. Fifty nine were unread. Ugh...
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