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(9:49 PM)Sly:Does that mean you’re coming?
(8:50 PM)Sloane:I’ll take any chance I get to show off these boots
Sunday, 1/11
(2:26 PM)Sloane:Hell yes! That touchdown was pure fucking magic
(7:43 PM)Sly:I do what I can
(7:43 PM)Sly:Sprain a leg tonight
(8:43 PM)Sloane:Well that’s fucking rude
(7:44 PM)Sly:Seems nicer than break a leg
(8:45 PM)Sloane:I don’t even know what to say to that
(8:45 PM)Sloane:[Link to photo]
(7:46 PM)Sly:Fuck
(7:46 PM)Sly:The boots!!
(7:46 PM)Sly:And you
(8:46 PM)Sloane:Now I come after the boots. I see how it is
(7:47 PM)Sly:I think I’m developing a fetish.
(8:48 PM)Sloane:Developing?????
(7:48 PM)Sly:Not my fault you look so fucking good in those things
(7:49 PM)Sloane:What can I say? They keep me from spraining my leg
(7:49 PM)Sly:Fine. Break both legs
(7:49 PM)Sly:(jk)
(8:50 PM)Sloane:See you on the other side
Tuesday, 1/13
(3:17 AM)Sloane:That was really nice
(4:17 AM)Sly:Nice? The sound you hear is my ego deflating
(3:17 AM)Sloane:You know what I mean
(3:17 AM)Sloane:Just for the record, I think I might be crazy about you too
(4:17 AM)Sly:You’re seriously going to tell me that when you’re two thousand miles away?
(3:19 AM)Sloane:Good morning, Sly
(4:19 AM)Sly:Good night, corazón
(4:19 AM)Sly:Sleep tight
