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Butterfly: NP. Everything good?

Tomcat: I miss you.

Butterfly: I miss you too.

Butterfly: But I’m doing SO good. Soon.

Tomcat: I know <3

Tomcat: You stopped posting thirst traps on IG.

Butterfly: I like to keep them waiting. Anticipating. It’s like foreplay.

Butterfly: Tom??

Tomcat: Sorry. You said the word foreplay. I had to go get some relief.

Butterfly: Dude, I’m jerking off like three times a day. I have calluses the size of tennis balls on my palm.

Tomcat: I know.

Tomcat: Not because I’m still stalking you, but because we’re in the same boat.

Butterfly: I think I’m done with the self-improving bs. Come over.

Tomcat: Take a cold shower, and let me know if that’s still true.

Butterfly: Okay. I took one. Ugh. Fuck.

Butterfly: Can we at least have some phone sex?

Tomcat: No.

Butterfly: WHY? You’re old. You like talking on the phone.

Tomcat: Love you. Bye.

Butterfly: FUCK. BYE.

Butterfly: Sorry for being a brat earlier.

Tomcat: It’s okay.

Butterfly: I love you.

Tomcat: I love you too.

Butterfly: Will you take my name if we ever get married?

Tomcat: Can I hyphenate?

Butterfly: Sure.

Tomcat: Then yes.

Butterfly: Can I hyphenate?

Tomcat: Baby, you can do whatever the fuck you want.