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Me: IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! If anything, it was your roommate’s fault. Blame him!

Zach: I already did. Would have anyway. I coerced him into buying me beer to go with my leftover pizza.

Me: There’s such a thing as leftover pizza?

Zach: Are you trying to make me fall in love with you, Delia?

Me: Depends on if it’s working or not.

Zach: Smooth.

Me: Good night, Zach.

Zach: Sweet dreams, Delia.

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Zach: You want to know what’s horrible?

Me: Your face.

Me: OH BURNNNNN!

Me: Do you need some aloe?

Me: Zach?

Me: ZACH?! Are you mad? Was that too far?

Zach: Sorry, had to call my friend and ask him to drive me to the hospital so I could have my wounds checked out.

Zach: Also, you’re the worst.

Me: Worst…or BEST?

Zach: I’m going away now.

Me: WAIT! You never told me what’s horrible!

Zach: Oh, I didn’t? It’s

Me: Zach?

Me: ZACH

Me: ZACH?!

Me: YOU’RE the worst.

Zach: Or best, right?

Me: Sure, we’ll go with that.

Me: Why’d you text me? Is this our “thing” now? Texting?

Zach: Well I was only going to tell you about how the client loved our wrong number story so much he signed on the dotted line and then I was going to leave you alone, BUT…prepare yourself for daily texts until I grow bored.

Me: BORED? You’ll never grow bored of me!

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