A few days after his
non-date that turned out to be very much a date and then kind of got weird because girls were sodding mental, George decided it was time to be proactive. To pull himself up by his bootstraps and try to figure out what the hell had happened.
So, he sent out a few owls. It was time for reinforcements.
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Owl to Fred )
Thanks for the
I don't want your damn
I'm sorry about
You think this makes
Okay. That wasn't going to work. Buff wound up delivering the following:
George,
No promises.
-Steph
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Hey, the butter and salt cancel it out! I checked! There is no nutritional value once you pour enough processed butter product on. Plus, I've been popcorn, once. Does that mean I'm too healthy for you? Perish the thought!
I'm one hundred percent empty calories, baby.
--George
P.S. So he reminds you of me?
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You're one hundred percent empty something, that's for sure.
-Steph
P.S. I don't know. Do you often eat wood lice? Because that seriously might hinder any future movie nights. I’m a lice-cist. It’s just how I was raised.
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I tried to see how that was anything other than a declaration of undying affection, and I cannot. It's quite all right, my dear. My charm and sheer masculine handsomeness are nearly impossible to resist.
--George
P.S. Not so much wood lice, no. But I am rather cute. What kind of impact does that have on movie nights?
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