Ummm...Wrong Number

Ummm...Wrong Number

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*COVER CREDITS TO @KREACHERMUCH* Imagine this: You and your best friend have just gone shopping...bra shopping. She claims that you are too much of a loner and need to 'get out there.' So what was on the list? A whole bunch of crappy girly stuff. She drops you home after your shopping workout saying that you need to text her your favourite choice and so you lay down on your bed thinking of what you saw today. When you finally decide (about 3 million years later) and pick up your phone you accidentally delete her contact. Well...fudge. You think you remember her number. So you type it in and send her the details of your favourite one. *Hey! I really liked the first one we saw...you know? BTW what u were wearing was #AMAZEBALLS? Where did u get it from? And thanx to all ur silly ideas I'm now 'out there'... ;) Luv u muffin* Little do you know who you actually sent it too. Great. This is all you need.
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