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Quinn: I'm sure. We can just forget the fact that they both know I never would. And for the sake of your childish fear tactic, we can also forget that Sue drug tests all her Cheerios.

Quinn: As it is, it's not my room they're tearing apart right now. Mom is convinced they're going to find a stash of cocaine in under your mattress.

Isabelle: Yeah, but is that why I caught Tiffany Castillo doing lines under the bleachers?

Isabelle: They can tear apart my room, I don't have anything in there.

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Quinn: Congratulations. Dad found your pot stash. Have fun with that conversation when you drag yourself in past curfew.

Isabelle: No, it's fine, I told them it was yours with the messages to prove it.

Isabella: As far as they're concerned, I was wrestling with the decision and wording of how to tell them

#texts #quinn

skysplitsquinn:

First of all, I’d kill you. Second of all, I’m not so innocent that I don’t know what it smells like. Nice try, though.

Wow, you really don’t know what a joke is, do you?

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skysplitsquinn:

Why am I not surprised? You better not be smoking that in the house.

No, I smoke it in your room.

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skysplitsquinn:

Aw, was that on your Word of the Day calendar? I knew it would be handy when Mom and Dad gave it to you.

Nah, I used that as wrapping paper for my Mary-Jane.

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skysplitsquinn:

Clearly. You have my face and, yet, you’re a complete ignoramus.

We share a face and DNA, yet you thrive on the affections and attentions of sycophants. I’m ignorant, yet you’re naive.

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skysplitsquinn:

Of course. And that was powdered sugar I saw him snorting under the bleachers.

Looks can be deceiving.

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skysplitsquinn:

Because you’re so knowledgeable about what her grades look like?

I’m sure his coke problem has nothing to do with it.

Because she asked me how to spell her name.

He doesn’t do coke. He does marijuana and has a recommendation. He doesn’t sell. He doesn’t use excessively and he’s never stoned. He doesn’t even use THC. Get your facts straight, Quinn, your close-minded sheep is showing.

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skysplitsquinn:

She studies.

Aren’t two of them on their third try at senior year? If they’re the future of this country’s military, we’re in trouble. I wouldn’t trust them with a water gun.

She fails.

And one of them is older because he got held back in third grade because his family moved.

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skysplitsquinn:

And she’s not about to trust a complete moron to not paralyze themselves. She still expects us to manage our own classes, but of course you’d believe an idiotic rumor.

I’d be careful about how you speak, though. I’ve met your stoner friends and every last one of them has a bright future of do you want fries with that.

Does that explain Brittany Pierce? Cheery-Hos are a dime a dozen.

And they’re not my lifelong friends. Every single one of them, however, are already on college scout lists for art schools and even the military. Don’t judge a book.

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skysplitsquinn:

You do realize that Cheerios have to meet the academic requirements to stay on the squad, right?

You do realize Sue Sylvester gets whatever she wants, regardless of academic requirements, right? Somehow I doubt Brittany Pierce meets those requirements and Julie Fuller couldn’t tell you when the war of 1812 started.

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skysplitsquinn:

I’m surprised you even know what sycophants means. You haven’t hone to an English class since seventh grade.

I read, Q. Unlike a few of your friends whose hair dye chemicals seep into their brains. Tell me something. How many of them still write in crayon and do they know how to spell their names properly?

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skysplitsquinn:

Except, you’re easy enough that we both know you did. And, no, I never get those types of texts, because I don’t waste my time with men that disgusting.

According to whom? Those sycophants that hang on your every word?

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skysplitsquinn:

I didn’t need to look past the lock screen to see some guy texting you a picture of his junk.

So? A guy texted me a picture of his cock. It doesn’t mean I did anything else because I didn’t. There’s an assumption. You mean to tell me a guy hasn’t tried to text you inappropriate things?

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skysplitsquinn:

We have the same phone. Trust me, I have no desire to touch anything of yours by choice.

So when you figured out it wasn’t yours, why did you keep looking?

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skysplitsquinn:

I don’t need to assume. I’ve seen your phone.

And she snoops. A little creepy, Q.

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skysplitsquinn:

He has more chances of either than whatever neanderthal you’re screwing this week. I wouldn’t go talking about future babies, though. You might jinx yourself.

I wouldn’t listen to the rumors the Cheery-Hos have been spreading about me, if I were you. You know what they say about assuming.

#quinn

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