R: it's been a couple months...just checking up on you. i've been trying to reach you every once and awhile for the past months. i'm not sure where we when wrong, but i'm still sorry. I quit my job. Turns out I make a terrible barista. Oh and my birthday passed, but you didn't bother to wish me a happy birthday. Just curious, how's this whole not being friends treating you? Because I feel awful. i never wanted to lose you. you were becoming my best friend. i never would have taken that stupid job if i knew it would be like this
T: why are you talking to me
R: because you can't be mad at me forever! I got a job! Big whoop! You should've been proud of me! Happy even.
T: I can stay mad, and I plan too
R: IT WAS A JOB. YOU ARE MAD ABOUT A JOB
T: YOU WOULDNT UNDERSTAND
R: you're right, I wouldn't and I guess I never will since you will never talk to me
T: :(
R: oh don't start. don't play the victim right now
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