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Zach: I am, but only because I’m already in bed…naked.

Me: Oh I wish I were there.

Zach: You want to be in bed naked with me? I like where this is going, Delia.

Me: I want to be in MY bed naked.

Zach: That doesn’t sound nearly as fun.

Me: It is for me. ;-)

Me: We can be honest with each other, right?

Zach: I hope so.

Me: Did you expect this wrong number to turn out like it has?

Zach: You mean did I anticipate a virtual stranger texting me at random hours demanding I help her make decisions about what SHE wants to eat? Or sharing her rambling thoughts? Or her continually trying to sext with me? OR what about me buying a baby goat because said stranger wouldn’t shut up about how adorable they are and then I spent hours on Google watching videos of these precious angels and it turned into a weird obsession until I bought one.

Zach: All of that?

Me: I think you’ve summed up our relationship perfectly.

Zach: No, Delia, I didn’t expect all that out of a wrong number.

Me: Are you glad it happened?

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Zach: This adorable pint-size goat ate my favorite pair of shoes. I kind of hate you right now.

Zach: Yes…he said begrudgingly.

Me: Oh stop. I’m blushing.

Me: Honestly, though…it’s not weird?

Zach: Nah. Well, sort of. But nah.

Me: You make so much sense.

Zach: I know.

Me: Sigh. I’m supposed be productive right now but I can’t shut my brain off.

Zach: So you’re saying I’M on your mind? *wink*

Me: UGHHHHH.

Me: I keep digging my hole deeper with you.

Me: I SWEAR, if you make ONE friggin’ hole joke…

Zach: What are you going to do? Yell at me via text? I’m shaking in my boots.

Me: I will find you.

Zach: Let me guess, you have a very particular set of skills?

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