sixteen.

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december 8th. 3:37am.
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carter:
heyyyy

carter:
you wake

carter:
i wanna talk 2 some1

carter:
i love mixing letters n numbers lol

carter:
why we not friends anymore

carter:
youre hot

carter:
is that why

carter:
the picture you sent i savd it to me phone

carter:
deann

dean:
wtf why are you awake

carter:
i think i drunk

dean:
you think?

carter:
ok i lied i know i am

dean:
go to sleep, that's what i was before you blew my phone up omg

carter:
ok sorry

carter:
i just miss you

dean:
fuck you're a sad drunk

carter:
you know i always wanted an online best friend

dean:
you still don't have one

carter:
but now i realize he doesn't like me anymore

dean:
*never liked you in the first place

carter:
even though he's hot

dean:
true

carter:
i think i have to let him go

dean:
hallelujah

carter:
10/10 would smash

dean:
i'd punch you too wtf

carter:
but he a douche. he got ugly personality which makes him ugly

dean:
my personality is not ugly take that back

carter:
bye

dean:
yeah, you'll text me tomorrow .  don't think i forgot about that college thing
read at; 3:48am.

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