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DeadGirlWalking:HOW THE HELL DID YOU FIND THAT OUT ALREADY?
PurplePeoplEater:Because I called it. Seriously, Bridge. You’re smarter than this.
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I stared at the screen. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t eventhoughtabout calling the phone.
Maybe I really was losing my mind.
And maybe I was going to cry, because a pit opened in my stomach the minute I read that and now I felt shaky and fragile.
He’d cut off the phone?
He was really leaving me?
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DeadGirlWalking:I have to go. Let me know if you find anything else out.
PurplePeoplEater:Will do, but with no ongoing activity on the device, it’s going to be a little harder.
DeadGirlWalking:Like I said, I won’t hold you responsible. Just… whatever you find out.
PurplePeoplEater:Will do. Have fun at therapy.
DeadGirlWalking:STOP REMINDING ME
PurplePeoplEater:Jesus, Bridge. No need to shout. You hurt my eyeballs.
DeadGirlWalking:Sigh
PurplePeoplEater:You okay?
DeadGirlWalking:No. But I mean, are you?
PurplePeoplEater:Of course not.
DeadGirlWalking:Cool. Let’s lose our minds together.
PurplePeoplEater:I’ll race you.
DeadGirlWalking:What do I get if I win?
PurplePeoplEater:Anything you want since you can just make it up and hallucinate it into reality.
DeadGirlWalking:Why haven’t I thought about this before? Life would have been so much easier.
PurplePeoplEater:You’re welcome.
DeadGirlWalking:Seriously, Nate, I owe you.
PurplePeoplEater:Yes, you do. I’ll look forward to receiving my blowjob forthwith.
DeadGirlWalking:Aaaaaaaaaand now you’re just gross.
PurplePeoplEater:That’s *His Majesty, King of Gross* to you. Get it right. I like my subs mindless and worshiping.
DeadGirlWalking:Did I ask for a favor? I changed my mind.