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Emery took another handfull and grabbed her phone, eyeing the old text from Hunter and rolling her eyes. She then texted him back before blocking his number, tossing her phone aside again. |
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"Yep," She says, scooting closer to Noah. |
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"Mhm, he'll find another way, another number. Always does." Emery explained quietly, resting her head on his shoulder. "But that I could care less about, i'll just block him again and thus the cycle will continue. At least he stopped showing up at the door." She muttered, tossing another chip in her mouth. (ideas?) |
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Noah pursed his lips and nodded. He really didn't like Hunter. (I'm all out) |
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(what if one of their exes comes back and does some real messed up stuff to one of them?) "Hate that guy, oh well. If pests exist, so does he." |
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Noah nodded. (Eh, i feel like we've already visited that trauma) |
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(true, okay yeah now im all out) "I've got you, though. So i'm sure i'll be fine." Emery chirped, leaning on him slightly. |
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(Car crash, long distance relationship? That's all I've got) Noah smiled and buried in face in her shoulder. |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
