This weekend was strange.
Saturday was...sloppy.
I deserve to get my phone taken away from me. In fact, someone please whip it across the continent I don't want it anymore. Alessia's house doesn't get service, yet I found the one spot to text him: I dont tink we shud talk nemore cuz of varips resons.
Typed just like that, too.
I just dont know what
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