You me at Six
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, Jan 2, 2021
Silence echoes through the phone
" you me at six"
"What"
"Meet me at six in the park, trust me" he says
" I barely know you Mason besides what If I'm busy" I expect nothing but a witty response from this guy
"Do I not look trustworthy"
I stay silent and before I can speak I hear his breath and he begins to speak
" perfect see you there Malorie, also you and I both know your free and bring a blanket"
" wait why do I bring a blanket" I question completely ignoring the rude comment about how I don't have a life
"Just bring it" and with that he hangs up leaving me dumbfounded on the other side of the phone
What have I gotten myself into
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