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My heart squeezes when I see it’s a text from Connor.
Connor:
I was insufferable last night, wasn’t I?
Me:
You weren’t so bad.
Connor:
Lies. I was a drunken fool. But you should know I’m paying the price this morning.
Me:
Why are you up so early, Drunky McDrunkface?
Connor:
It’s past ten. And that’s MISTER Drunky McDrunkface to you.
Connor:
I want to make up for my boorish behavior by inviting you to a horrible party tonight.
Me:
Why would I want to go to a party if it’s going to be horrible?
