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So, we ended up talking for hours on end. He's actually a pretty cool guy. I learned that he is 21 years old and he lives in England with his four best friends.
"Sooo, Liv..  What time is it there?"
"It's only 12:00 in the afternoon, so that means its like 5:00 p.m. there"
"Yeah, Nathan's in charge of dinner tonight, but I have a feeling he's going to order Chinese food....again."
"Ha! So I'm guessing he doesn't know how to cook very well."
"Yeah, you got that right. He tried to make pancakes one morning and he ended up burning them to a crisp. It was horrible. It tasted so bad."
        I laughed. It seems like all of his friends are are very...different. It's strange almost because my friends are a bit more serious but can still have at least a little bit of fun.
"Wow that is.....terrible. I feel bad for you." I giggled.
"Yeah, well, sorry but I gotta go. Nathan wants us to help with dinner. He's cooking tonight. Help us please. Just kidding. Just kidding. Bye, love" 
I blushed when he said that.
"Bye Zack."
I turned off my phone and got up off my bed. I put the phone on the charger and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. You see I work at Sal's. It's a pizza shop in New Hampshire where I live. The slices are huge and they have a various amount of choices. I jumped into the shower and ran the water. I washed my hair with my favorite shampoo, Aussie. I then washed my entire body with Aveeno  body wash. I stepped out. Don't you hate it when you first step out of the warm shower an you feel that cold breeze. Yeah? It sucks. I put on my uniform and braided my hair into a fish tail braid. I grabbed my phone and my car keys. I grabbed an apple and walked out the house. I locked the door  as I bit into my apple and stepped into my car. Well here goes nothing. I headed off to work.

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