unknown number [h.s.]

day eighteen

xviii.

8:34 a.m.

Me: Hola, como estas?

Mi Amor: Are you being racist?

Me: No why would you think that?

Me: Oh

Mi Amor: Yea…

Me: It was unintentional

Mi Amor: Right

Me: It was!

Mi Amor: Okay, whatever you say.

Me: *sighing*

Me: What class are you in?

Mi Amor: Calculus

Me: Smarty Pants

Mi Amor: What math are you in?

Me: I’m not.

Mi Amor: You know it’s better to take four years of math?

Me: You know I really didn’t ask for your input.

Mi Amor: You know you texted me first?

Me: You know you’re the one who got all defensive about being half-Portuguese.

Mi Amor: If you know then why did you text me in Spanish?

Me: I WASN”T TRYING TO BE RACIST DOROTHEA ALBERTA WALLIS

Mi Amor: You know this whole full name thing, isn’t gonna cut it.

Me: It’s not like you can do anything about it.

Mi Amor: Yea I can.

Mi Amor: It’s called the block button.

Me: *gasping*

Me: YOU WOULDN’T DARE

Mi Amor: It’s debatable

Me: Then why haven’t you done it already

Me: Huh

Me: Huh

Me: Huh

Me: Thea?

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