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Murderer:
Mia, what are you doing?
Me:
Wrong number.
Murderer:
Right number.
Me:
Then who the hell is Mia?
Murderer:
You! Who else? Wait...were you jealous?
Me:
You wish, don't you?
Murderer:
Aaaww...it's alright to be jealous babe.
Me:
I wasn't jealous (-_-) and stop calling me babe!
Murderer:
You're using emoticons. Yes you were!!
Me:
Just shut up.
Murderer:
Technically you can't tell me to shut up cuz were texting so...
Me:
You know what smartass? I can say what I want. So shut the hell up.
Murderer:
...you're in a pissy mood aren't you?
Me:
You don't say?
Murderer:
ok.
Me:
And it's we're*, not were!
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