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Unknown Number: Harlem?
Me: who is this?
Unknown Number: It's 12 am.
Me: that's a weird name..
Unknown Number: Harlem please...
Me: who are u?
Unknown Number: It's Harry.
Me: hello harry
Unknown Number: Harlem, for fuck's sake, stop playing around.
Me: why are you texting so properly? it's so creepy and i think u had the wrong number. get some sleep boy it's 12 am. night.
Unknown Number: But..our anniversary.
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