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him: okay friend, and it would be to eat all fooda in the world

her: fooda? i cant stop- omg- this is so-

him: I meant food, stop laughing you’re finishing all the air.

her: omg- i cant even- this is too- i cant breath-

him: noooooo!! don't die on me now.

her: i am alright mr fooda 

him: don't you dare.

her: dare what, mr fooda?

him: ah fudge.

her: whats wrong, mr fooda?

him: how old are you, again? 

her: i havent told you the first time so there would be an ‘again’ you got SWERVED look at your face BY ME.

him: answer the damn question, rose

her: okay okay, I am sixteen, and you mr fooda?

him: seventeen, kid.

her: I aint a kid.

him: sure thing kiddo.

him: i have to go now, sorry.

her: its alright mr fooda.

him: dont call me that. ever. 

her: yeah yeah mr fooda, bye.

him: be here tomorrow?

her: for sure.

him: bye

him: one more thing, do NOT think of jeff at night, kiddo.

her: ah jesus.