03:26 hrs. First Sunday.
Luke: brooooooooooooo, i met a guy in the bar. he's so pretty and I can't ignore the way his eyes sparkling lights under the walls.
Will: Lol dude, that sounds very poetic.
Luke: it's just... i'm too drunk right now. i can't even think
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Will: WTF... tbh, you will never be straight...
Luke: fuck off, asshole.
Will: I'm just saying...
Luke: ✔✔
