#jedipuckerman

[lenanotluthorfabray]

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send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Stupid Boy

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: this

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: this

my muse’s last text to your muse: I enjoyed this afternoon.

[lenanotluthorfabray]

Text: Happy Birthday.

Text: Thanks...

Text: Wasn’t honestly expecting to hear from you...

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Text: Video games?

Text: Not with you.

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Text: We hanging out?

Text: no?

Text: I swear, I’m regretting charging my phone with every fucking text I get.

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Text: Are you already at the venue?

Text: Yep.

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Text: Where are you and how drunk are you?

Text: Standing outside the strip club the bachelorette party moved to, having a smoke. Uh, the line between Spain day one and Spain day two... so... can’t talk without slurring a little but can still text without much issue... Why?

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Text: Did you get to your moms safety?

Text: Yeah, I did. And I was up before 10... If you’re up, can I come over early and crawl into bed with you? Actually, that’s probably gonna happen anyway...

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Text: Holy shit.

Text: I KNOW!!!