Page 89 of I Wanna Text You Up

Caleb:Fracturing your hand isn’t a goodidea.

Me:True. And whatelse?

Caleb:I know you want me to say not to fight, but it was a necessaryevil.

Me:Are you ever going to tell me thestory?

Caleb:You don’t want to hear thistale.

Me:You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t want,Caleb.

Me:YOU’RE NOT MY REALDAD.

Caleb:You’re right. That’d make this whole us-making-out-all-the-time thing prettyawkward.

Me:And gross. Let’s not forgetgross.

Caleb:I thought that wasobvious.

Me:Itis.

Me:But Caleb? I’d really like to hear the story some time. Even if it’s a sordid tale, I want to know more about you. I want to learn about your past and your aspirations for the future. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve kind of taken a liking toyou.

Caleb:Do you give all the people you like blackeyes?

Me:Oh my god. How many times do I have to apologize? I was asleep when I elbowedyou!

Caleb:“Asleep”

Caleb:I’ll tell you one of these days,Zoe.

Me:Thank you. <3

Caleb:Did you just less than threeme?

Me:Shutup.

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Me:What do you think about these throwpillows?

Me:DOWNLOADATTACHMENT

Caleb:I try very hard not to think about throw pillows atall.

Me:BE HELPFULDAMMIT.

Me:Give me youropinion.

Caleb:Funny. Last time I tried to give you my opinion, you told me how they’re just likeassholes.

Me:I’m sorry. I mean, I was right, but I’m saying sorry now because I want yourhelp.

Caleb:I like yourhonesty.

Me:Great. So, what do you think about thepillows?

Caleb:They’refine.

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