| | 3: 21 p.m. | |
Jake:
So Clare, huh? Nice! Didn't think you were a Clare tho...Me:
What did you think my name was then?Jake:
Was thinking a melanie or something.Me:
Really...Melanie?Jake:
Shhhhh. What happened to the posh talk? You still got one more day.Me:
Well, everyone was butchering it, so the prof decided it wasn't worth the cringe and told as all we could stop. It was hilarious.Jake:
Ooh...good. cuz it was giving me a headache worse than a hangover...Jake:
Speaking of hangovers, we never got to talking about it...but whatever I said when I drunk-called you, wasn't true. I swear.Me:
Well...I was kinda having a hard time believing you were Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton's love child...Jake:
Damn...no one was supposed to know. Listen, i can pay you as much as you want, just don't tell anybody.Me:
Hmmm...I don't know if I want your money...do you know how famous I'd be if I leaked this to the media? I wouldn't need your money!!Jake:
You, madam, are very, very evil. Do you want to take over the world with me?Me:
Only if you switch over to Team Cap.Jake:
Tempting...but, I'll stick with team Iron Man. We have snacks. Better luck next time, babe. I love you, but i don't love you that much.Me:
Eh, it was worth a shot.Jake:
I see what you did there.* * *
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