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chapter seventy-one; iMessage and Instagram

Leanna: can one of you bitch slap my husband please

Blakey: uhhh

Blakey: why?

Leanna: hes pissing me off

George: are you sure it isn't just hormones?

Leanna: Blake?

Blakey: gladly

George: you fudging butt

George: he did NOT have to bitch slap me

Blakey: it was fun

Leanna: you're welcome

Leanna: now George you can bitch sleep Reece

George: once again

George: why??

Leanna: hes rubbing in the fact that he stole my favorite perfume

George: so buy more?

Leanna: ITS FROM AN LA COMPANY

Leanna: HE TOOK MY LAST BOTTLE

Leanna: I WAS GOING TO ORDER MORE

George: oh

George: I still don't like that idea

Leanna: BLAKE

Blakey: Yes?

Blakey: OH

Blakey: on it

Leanna: thank you

Blakey: I wasn't able to bc he seemed to know what was coming and ran off to go work on his part of the song

Leanna: dammit

Blakey: Reece isn't happy at the moment

Leanna: good. I'm not either

George: we see that

Leanna: okay now I feel bad

George: hormones?

Leanna: YES AND I HATE IT

George: it's okay

Leanna: NO ITS NOT

Leanna: WHATS MY PROBLEM

Blakey: should you tell her or should i?

Leanna: Uh tell me what?

George: you tell her

Blakey: you're pregnant

Leanna: I know that dumbass

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