At risk of being made redundant, happy birthday. — R.
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New hair looks really cool btw. — R.
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Aw, man. Thanks! — K.
Has CJ sent you a pic again? — K.
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I don't know why he keeps doing that. This one said "mom got a new color". So weird. — R.
But I'm not complaining. — R.
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Anyway, hope you celebrate with your loved ones. — R.
Meh, this quarantine sucks. — K.
But I got a couple people here. Just some dinner, you know. — K.
You cooked? — R.
Yep. Pasta, that Italian sauce. — K.
Wow, I'll never forget. And I'm hungry now btw. — R.
You know that's something I can't handle. I'm sending you a plate. — K.
I wish. I'm not back in the city yet. — R.
Next time then? — K.
Sure. — R.
Bring your guitar. — K.
Deal. I'll play for some food. — R.
Lol — K.
That would have been my destiny had I not met you so many years ago, anyway. — R.
Shut up, don't be ridiculous. — K.
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Ok, my turn playing pool now. Be back later. Wish me luck. — K.
You never needed it. — R.
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Late night texts
RomanceShort story on even shorter messages R&K send to each other from time to time.