Page 114 of It Happened on a Sunday

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(4:13 AM)Sloane:I am now

(5:13 AM)Sly:Sorry, go back to sleep, it’s still the middle of the night there

(4:14 AM)Sloane:Early practice?

(5:14 AM)Sly:Nah, just can’t sleep

(4:15 AM)Sloane:Insomnia’s a bitch

(5:15 AM)Sly:Missing you is worse

(4:15 AM)Sloane:Oh yeah? Is that why you’re awake?

(5:16 AM)Sly:I wish I could see you

(4:16 AM)Sloane:I’m half asleep and my hair is sticking up in who knows how many directions

(4:16 AM)Sloane:You don’t want to see this

(5:16 AM)Sly:That’s exactly what I want to see

(5:16 AM)Sly:I miss you

(4:17 AM)Sloane:How long until we’re in the same city again?

(5:17 AM)Sly:Too long

(11:38 AM)Sloane:A used lollipop stick?

(11:38 AM)Sloane:How do they know I actually sucked on that thing?

(5:41 PM)Sly:[Link to photo]

(5:41 PM)Sly:It came with receipts

(4:43 PM)Sloane:Huh. Ok

(4:43 PM)Sloane:I miss that dress

(5:45 PM)Sly:Me 9, You 17

(4:45 PM)Sloane:Better catch up. Or not

Wednesday, 12/10

(3:16 PM)Sloane:Sorry. Media junket day

(11:46 PM)Sly:Sorry. Practice and press conference day

Sunday, 1/4

(8:16 PM)Sloane:Hell yes! Playoffs here we come!

(8:16 PM)Sloane:Tried to call. Hit me up when you’re home. Miss you.

(11:24 PM)Sly:Tried to call. I miss you too

Saturday, 1/10

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