Page 91 of I Wanna Text You Up

Caleb:I think you were born in the wrong decade. You should have been born in the mid 80s so you could have grown up as a true 90s child. That would have been a good decade for you. You and your weirdness and those fucking denim coveralls you wear when you paint would fit in justfine.

Me:DON’T YOU DARE MAKE FUCK OF MYDENIM!

Caleb:Make fuckof?

Me:FUNOF.

Me:You knew what I meant, youass.

Caleb:Sometimes with you it can be quite the guessinggame.

Me:Are you saying I’m difficult? *cracksknuckles*

Caleb:Yes, but in, like, a goodway.

Me:That’s what I thought. Kisses! Gottarun!

Caleb:She threatens me and then runs off. Dafuck.

Me:You loveit.

Caleb:I thought you wereleaving?

Me:I would if you’d shut upalready!

Caleb:So sassytoday.

Me:SHHH!

Caleb:Fine, fine. I’m being quietnow.

Me:Doesn’t seem like it tome.

Caleb:Stop answering methen!

Me:Never. I love having the lastword.

Caleb:You don’tsay.

Me:Ido.

Me:;-)

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Me:HeyCaleb…

Caleb:What do youwant?

Me:How’d you know I wantedsomething?

Caleb:Your tone suggestedit.

Me:Ah, yes, I forgot all about that superpower ofyours.

Caleb:Well, spillit.

Me:Can you do me a solid and pick up a pizza on the wayhome?

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