Conversation via texts last night:
Z: Ah, Right-O. Night then.
H: Night.... weird girl.
Z: Ah, but you are the one who loves me. That in itself officially makes YOU the "weird" one
H: No, that makes us both weird.
Z: Aye, but you moreso by a slight degree.
H: How? O.o If I'm weird because I love you, doesn't that make you the cause of my weirdness...
Z:
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