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"Did Sean seriously just leave his phone sitting there?"
"Uh . . . I guess, yeah." I picked it up. "Yup, that's his."
"Oh my God hand it to me!" He took the phone and started going to town. "How much time do you think I have?"
"I dunno. I guess if he heats up the cook' it'll be a couple minutes. The fuck are you doing?"
"I'm switching around all of the names on his contacts. Oh God, this is going to be hilarious!"
Samantha sat down with us. I saw the look in his eye, even though he kept focused on screwing around with Sean's phone.
"Hey guys! What're you up to?"
"Screwing around with Seansy's phone," he said with a smile.
Sean figured it out after he got a text from his father asking if they could "fool around" at his house after class. He found it just as hilarious as we all did.
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He noticed that his little ladybug had died. Body stiff, cold, awkwardly contorted. The colors on its back were faded.
He started crying.
We have to go.
NO, He was throwing a fit now.
God dammit, listen to me for once!
This made him cry harder.
I'd realized that I'd been harsh. Too harsh. He was all I had. I was all he had. I wish we had more.
The four of us are dying: Two of us are already dead. The third is on his way. He'll be following his ladybug as if it were a clear summer's day on his back porch. Don't worry, reader. The fourth won't go until the end.
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I went to a wedding this weekend. It was fun. Apparently the bride's sister happened to be a girl I had a class with in college. I didn't recognize her until she gave a speech at the reception. Twas fun to talk with her during.
Two more of those to deal with during this summer. I are excited.
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This is the episode where the mother has too much cleavage showing, so they blur it out. I find it hilarious. As if the still of her ass isn't enough. Oh, Disney!
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Give yourself this week to let it all fold out. If you've got nothing by Friday night, take charge. Look up emails 'n shit. Kay? Kay.
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I'm slightly disappointed with finding out where you're going. I wish it were closer. Aaaand that's all I really want to say. Meeeh.
I could tell her, but that would be wrong. And cruel, if she felt the same way. And just awkward. Fuck.
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