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"hi" the pastel boy happily whispered.

"hey" the punk whispered back. it was 3am after all.

"i didnt imagine you with dyed hair"

"in what way did you imagine me?" he smirked through the crappy screen.

"lets not go there shall we" he said and blushed furiously.

"oh" the other boy whispered and blushed a little too.

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