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Luke: heyy ;) (R)

Chance: hello :) (R)

Luke: wyd? (R)

Chance: at the moment, im eating wby (R)

Luke: at home in my car (R)

Luke: by any chance can you give me your address? (R)

Chance: *new picture message!* (R)

Chance: i don't remember it by heart and why do you want it? (R)

Luke: For no reason. So i can visit you once in a while. (R)

Chance: oh xD and this is why i call you a creep. (R)

Luke: wow xD (R)

Chance: im serious xD (R)

Luke: anyways.. :) (R)

Chance: anyways..? Anyways what? (R)

Luke: why don't you go outside to your porch and see. (R)

Chance: uhh.. okay? Weird. If you're standing outside and you're gonna hit me with pie i consider you to start running (R)

Luke: i swear im not gonna hit you with pie (R)

Chance: mhm.. okay (R)

Chance: oMF SJSJSMDUDUD LUKE OMG (R)

Chance: yOU DIDNT ASDFGHJKL (R)

Chance: I love this omg i just aHhjjMKK (R)

Chance: i love you forever omg (R)

Luke: im glad you like it (R)

Chance: well.. yea its a basket with two baby huskies in it and a bouquet of red roses, how can i like not love it? (R)

Chance: wait.. where are you? (R)

Luke: across the street, in the car (R)

Chance: you sooo look like a creep looking over here (R)

Luke: shut up and run over here for a Merry Christmas Eve hug xD (R)

Chance: okay xD (R)

≈ hehe im a potato xD ≈

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