Getting close. Sort of.

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Nathan sent Emily a Facebook message a couple weeks later. This is how it went:
Nathan- hi!
Emily- hi?
Nathan- why the question mark
Emily- I just didn't think you of all people would ever talk to me
Nathan- why?
Emily- well to start we've never talked before, and I'm a sophomore.
Nathan- so what, freshman, sophomore. Junior senior. What's the difference?
Emily- years. That's the difference.
Nathan- sooo
Emily- so. Why did you message me?
Nathan- I was bored. What's up?
Emily- nothing
Nathan- same!
Emily- well... ummm
Nathan- yeah. You play the xylophone really well!
Emily- well, I wouldn't be able to play it without you.
Nathan- you would! You don't need me to stand up there and direct. You could do it yourself! You should have been a drum major!
Emily- I might next year!
Nathan- but I'll be gone then
Emily- so
Nathan- so. Hey! We should hang out sometime
Emily- umm... yeah... well, maybe sometime.... but I gtg bye!

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