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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:09 pm
xchiickadee Text to Chel: You busy tomorrow night? Connor and I have a small gig.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:46 pm
medigel Text to bbbbbbbb: w/ enof painklrs i can do fukn nethiug
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 9:05 am
chiickadee Text to Chel: Enough painkillers? Are you in the hospital?
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 10:16 am
medigel Text to bbbbbbbb: jus tripd down the stars yestrday Quote: Text to bbbbbbbb: wers ur gig @ dnt make me txt con
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 3:24 pm
Her phone began to ring nonetheless.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 3:37 pm
Chel picked up. She wasn't stubborn (in this case) or trying to hide it.
"What's up gaylord?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 9:38 pm
He sounded a little out of breath--probably fresh from a run.
"You don't get painkillers for falling down stairs. What actually happened?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 3:03 am
"Why you sound like a fat kid ********' his pillow?" she asked callously, avoiding the question.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 2:51 pm
"What—" He snorted despite himself, but the humor was short lived. "Seriously, tell me, Chel."
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 3:25 pm
"You seriously tell me where yer fancy venue is, amigo."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 8:54 am
"I'm gonna hang up and have fun without you if you don't start talking."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 12:42 am
"Again, I could just text Con-bomb so yer threats don't really hold water fer fish in a barrel genius." She was rolling her eyes, she hoped he could see that over the phone.
"I got in a car accident. M'fine though don't worry about it."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 11:53 am
One could almost hear how quickly he shifted into serious mode. Chel didn't own a car, which meant— "You got run over? Are you okay?" Fine didn't amount for s**t between them.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 4:03 pm
You could hear the sigh of someone who had had to explain this to people quite a few times and who honestly didn't know how to react to all of the attention and care she'd been receiving for it.
"Yeah dude, I said m'fine," she repeated, "Why's it a big deal anyways? Don't tell me yer goin' mushy over it. I just broke up with M I don't want that s**t right now." She sounded tired, and not just from the wounds. From life, really.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 4:21 pm
"It's a big deal because it's a ******** car." He noted the break up, but it seemed secondary at the moment. "It wasn't a hit and run, right? Because the person that hit you owes you some hospital bills. When did it happen? Where?"
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