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Me: My test was okay. I think I did well on the econ one. We’ll see after break.

Zach: Speaking of break…are you getting nervous? Meeting the parents and all that.

Me: Um…YES. Thanks for the reminder, jerk.

Me: I’ve been diligent in keeping up with shaving my legs—just for your dad. ;-)

Zach: No. NO. There will be NO sexy jokes involving my dad, Delia. NONE.

Me: I’m just saying, if Mr. Hastings is half as hot as you…DAAAAAAMN. I’d hit that.

Zach: I’m taking my offer back. You’re uninvited to Thanksgiving.

Me: And you’re out of my bed for at least three weeks.

Zach: *pouts* Fine. You can come, BUT STOP CREEPING ON MY DAD.

Me: We’ll see how he feels about that.

Me: P.S. I only have eyes for you.

Zach: I can’t even respond with something clever. My ego, it’s wounded.

Me: Is that even possible?

Zach: And she strikes again!

Me: Great, now I’ll have to spend the entire trip reassuring you of your complete and total sexiness.

Zach: Only if you feel like that would help…

Me: He says innocently. *rolls eyes* I’m onto you.

Zach: I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.

Zach: I’ll be there in about thirty. Had to stop and adjust Marshmallow real quick. He’s so high maintenance.

Me: I’ll get dressed now then.

Zach: So…you’re naked?

Me: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT

Zach: Wow. Yes. You are definitely naked. *saves to spank bank*

Me: You had better delete that.

Me: Also, you’re welcome.

Zach: I promise I will.

Zach: Also, curiosity and all that, will you maybe still be naked when I get there?

Me: Depends on how fast you drive.

Zach: Challenge accepted.

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