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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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A/n: more to come... comment and stay safe!

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