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text message ➡️ huntana

tana: did you do it yet?

hunter: yes.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: What is it?

HUNTER: A twisted desperate need for validation that I'll never get.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: I say that every damn time something shitty happens around here...which y'know, is pretty much every month.

SAM: Technically, you could move back.

HUNTER: I know.

HUNTER: I could, and what's stopping me is stupid, honestly. But I still feel held back here by it.

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Starting to think that my headache is constant and superior to any medication I use to treat it. Which is...delightful. I have thought, recently, since medicine does not seem to be doing anything for this situation, perhaps a brief change of scenery would.

#cportstarter

texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: I try. Plus you already know I'd stick around for more than that.

SAM: Yeah but I guess it's cool to have it as a 'just in case'. Kinda sucks, the whole 'be an adult and face your problems' thing.

HUNTER: We should have just always stayed in Boston, honestly.

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SAM: Gotta make sure I get discount drinks.

HUNTER: Charming, Evans.

HUNTER: Unfortunately, I don't believe we can just run away and live that life of sin together.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: I'd say that's a pretty big compliment. Or maybe I'm sparing you from dancing onstage. How about bartender? Well I wouldn't, 'cause I think I could get my old job back at the shop but y'know, I'd visit often.

HUNTER: I'm sure you would.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: For agreeing with potentially chaotic ideas? Of course.

SAM: I mean, there might be a wrench in the plans if this bold move means you get written outta the will, lose the Clarington money, and end up having to be a cocktail boy at the local strip club. But y'know, we'll cross that G-string bridge when we get there.

HUNTER: I'm uncertain if I should be flattered or insulted that my hypothetical future is as a cocktail boy at a local strip club. I presume you would also be working there as a stripper, yes?

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text message 🤮 huntana

tana: when you fail, hit me up. I am actually willing to help.

hunter: [read]

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: IS that what you're offering? Living in sin /does/ sound appealing.

HUNTER: I can always count on you, Evans.

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text message 🤮 huntana

tana: And you also know you don't have a clue on how deep your dad is in this case, but guess what, Short-cummings? I do.

tana: you don't have a freaking clue, hunter, and that's why you'll always be your dad's second choice when he needs a lap dog.

hunter: I'm done with this, Santana.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: Probably responsibilities. I like my job. Even if that's about the only thing I like right now. Besides my sister.

HUNTER: So, what I'm hearing is that you would turn me down if I said we should run away, back there, forget Castleport, and happily live a life of sin as an unwed, same-sex, sexually active couple?

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text message 🤮 huntana

tana: if you have to demand respect, it's because you don't deserve it - [ERASED]

tana: the fact you don't think you need me is why you're not getting any respect, clarington.

hunter: I don't think I don't need you, Santana. I know I don't.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: at this point, what's stopping us?

HUNTER: Honestly? I don't know.

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texts 📩 sam ⇆ hunter

SAM: I'd have my bags packed in a few hours if I could.

HUNTER: Wouldn't that be nice, just pack our things and head back.

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text message 🤮 huntana

tana: look, Fuck Up, just stray from making a mess of it like you usually do.

tana: we need to meet up after.

hunter: Counter, you get over whatever dilemma you are enduring and treat me with some respect or I do this alone. You need me, Santana. I have never needed you.

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teecohenc‌:

Then what is it?

It’s complicated. It’s always been complicated, but I do not love my need for acceptance more than I love you.

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