Nash: ello mate
Clara: your not British
Nash: and your not dutch
Clara: you dont know that
Nash: are you really dutch
Clara: no
Nash: point proven
Clara: BAKIAAUAHHSJSIAKA
Nash: what
Clara: im so lonely
Nash: why
Clara: i tried talking to a boy at my school today and he looked at me like I was an alien creature and walked away
Nash: haha
Clara: Im sad stop
Nash: awe its okay ill beat him up
Clara: but then i wont be able to make out with his face
Nash: you have problems
Clara: I think we've been over this.
Nash: my friend Shawn is in new york and hes gonna bring you a letter from me.
Clara: k
Clara: wait
Clara: Mendes
Clara: SHAWN
Nash: yea
Clara: can i take him to the bone zone
Nash: Clara
Clara: yea
Nash: do you know what that means
Clara: make out with him
Nash: not exactly
Clara: OH NO
Nash: haha im gonna forward this to him.
Clara: NO
