Typing...

My junior year just had to start with me running into him, literally.
The art major everyone is talking about.

But thanks to my friend, I barely even notice him that first time. Instead, I steal his phone. On accident, of course but I stole it nonetheless.

Meaning he had mine. Meaning we'd have to give them back. Physically. So we set up a time and day, get the phones back and end up swapping numbers.

Which only leads to typing...

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90 percent of the book is in images.
Texting based