#masontext

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Text: Mason & Mikaela

Mason: Two more days until I get home!

Mason: Also I almost posted a snap of my penis to my story instead of sending it to you.

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Text || Mason & Mikaela

Mason: Things that suck about being on tour = you not being here.

Mason: It needs to be the weekend already :(

[onceupontinker-blog]

Text @ Brian

Mason: Game tonight.

Mason: Your tickets are at the door.

Mason: Bring whoever you like.

Mason: They're expecting you dude.

[onceupontinker-blog]

Text @ Grace

Mason: I'm sorry. Mason: Let me know how I can make this up to you. Mason: Please? Mason: Forgive me.

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Text to Mason.

Brie: I'm sorry for all that I've said to you. It was bad. I mean, I'd be hella pissed if someone said anything like what I've said to you to either of my brothers. I mean, I kicked a guy in the balls for making fun of one of my brothers...for a reason I don't ever talk about first. So, I can't even imagine what it's like to see someone tear apart your twin, since you guys have literally been side by side since day one. I'm obviously leaving power cheer, because they need you two more than they need me...and it's not my first love, you know? Dance is where I'm putting all my cards so I'll be noted focused on that. Like I told Madison, I'm also quitting glee after regionals tomorrow because I wouldn't let you all down like that and I know how impossible it is to fill holes in choreography. So yeah, unless there's a school musical (because I need some kind of resume to take to New York), you won't really be seeing me around anymore. good luck on the team. You guys will kill it, I'm sure.

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Text || Mason & Mikaela

Mason: You're not allowed to have tummyaches on tour.

Mason: It's intermission and I don't even want to be here without you anymore.

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Text || Mason &

Mason: Emergency.

Mason: I need an E string, stat. Do you know anywhere that's open?