*August 29th, 2018 at 9:32 am*
Sweetheart: I fucking hate him, John...
FreckledCutie: Jefferson?
Sweetheart: Yes.
FreckledCutie: What did he do?
Sweetheart: We were debating about whether immigrants are good or bad and he said 'Of course you think immigrants are good, you are one.'
FreckledCutie: He did not...
Sweetheart: Yeah, he did...
FreckledCutie: Where are you?
Sweetheart: The bathroom, but don't come. I don't want to be seen like this, please john...
FreckledCutie: Are you sure? You know I would be there in a heartbeat if you asked Alex.
Sweetheart: Yeah, I'm sure.
FreckledCutie: Do you want me to talk to Jefferson? I will GLADLY let him know he seriously fucked up.
Sweetheart: No thank you. I just want to be left alone honestly and if you yell at him he will just come see me.
FreckledCutie: Alright, Alex. Whatever you say.
Sweetheart: Thanks, John...
FreckledCutie: No Problem... Hey, I just realized...
Sweetheart: What did you just realize?
FreckledCutie: We never changed our nicknames.
Sweetheart: Do you want to?
FreckledCutie: No, not really...
Sweetheart: Alright, it's up to you...
FreckledCutie: I know.
*Seen at 10:04 am*
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