Ch 3: Down To Clown.

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I didn't think about you that much, mostly I thought about the audacity. But after a few days you disappeared off my radar and I continued with life. We had only spoken for a couple of weeks. Nothing to write home about.

Three months after the chicken incident, Kaleb broke up with me. Less than a month later he was back begging, I wasn't up for it.

One month after the break up I heard:

Rachel and Denton broke up.

That's nice.

I stand by that response. You didn't seem that happy if you were messaging me about Careless Whisper. Or maybe you were just a dick. One or the other. Red flag. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit happy that you were single. After all, I still wanted to hit it. Sorry.


But I didn't. I was on rebound highway and my suitors were causing traffic. I didn't text you, you didn't text me. Until I did.

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Kill me but..
You up?

It was 8pm, of course you were up.

Yeah, whyy?

Well as I'm sure you're aware, I find you very attractive so if you're ever...
Down to clown...
You have my number.

Yeah. Down to clown. I stand by it. I was very drunk... But I stand by it.

You weren't the only person I texted, I had come back from a bad date and was horny and intoxicated. I messaged 3 people. Don't feel special.

But I'd flustered you again. Maybe it was a talent. You sent a screenshot to Melanie, you were caught off guard. The game was still going. Maybe I was playing Poker this time.

You replied, saying that you needed to get on my level, but I had already moved on to another. My attention span was tiny and you still made me nervous.

We didn't talk again for a while.

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