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Phil! At The Disco: There's really not much to know | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Bullshard | Sent
Phil! At The Disco: ... | Sent
Wtf is a bullshard | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: I don't swear! ((IMPOSTOR)) | Sent
Phil! At The Disco: Aww. | Sent
Is Danny too scawed to swear in case mummy might catch you? | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: No and I'm 27. | Sent
Phil! At The Disco: Oh cool im 31 | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: No way | Sent
I don't believe that. | Sent
I refuse | Sent
Phil! At The Disco: Lol okay then | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Oh my god you actually just said lol... | Sent
Nevermind, I believe you | Sent
Phil! At The Disco: Oh shut up | Sent
Wait I gtg my guys are calling me | Sent
Dnks fr th mmrs: Your guys? That's a weird way to say your friends | Sent
Phil? | Sent
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Phil! At The Disco: He's innocent for a 27 year old
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—Phil's POV (WHAT? Uhh yeah, no surprise here)—
I chuckle as I turn my phone off, tucking it safely in my front pocket before zipping it up.
"Boss?" Jack calls once again.
"Shut up before I make you. I'm coming right now." I bark, my tone icy and soulless. How did those idiots mess up so much? It was literally a corner store, all they had to get was cigs and some cash.
"Y-Yes, Sir..."
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THE PLOT THICKENS.
Hmm? Oh, yeah, I made Phil a crime lord.
And?
In all seriousness, I just wanted my texting fic to be different from others. I guess this is my messed up way of doing that.
Ok bye.
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Crime Can't Love \/ Phan \/ COMPLETE
Fanfiction" For the first time I felt I saw Daniel Howell, the lonely boy who puts everything into his job so he can feel there are some people out there who will not leave him. And for the first time Dan saw me, Philip Michael Lester, the suicidal runaway wh...
