Dec 9, 2016
MEG >>>MORG 🐟
Meg: Hey, I know this is weird... I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.
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MEG >>>MORG 🐟
Meg: Hey, I know this is weird... I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.
“No, I’m not kidding,” Dana shook her head at the memory as she stood from the table, tucking her pen away. “Locked down for hours in some godforsaken airport out in the Midwest. One light drizzle and they grounded every plane. I almost missed the rally. That would’ve been rich of me, featured speaker bailing on wage equality. But the bus got me there, and I only threw up once from the carsickness. I’ll never say a bad thing about Greyhound again.” The story was a few years old but she was telling Morgan for the first time; Dana had forgotten how wild her life used to be before she settled into her current job. She was kept busy of course, but a different kind of busy.
“And the food wasn’t so bad, right?” she asked, stepping past Morgan and holding the door open for the other. Winter months were, of course, cold with a biting wind, but she was warm from her coat and a couple glasses of wine. They’d picked their stories back up in the way only two old friends could. When Dana had first known Morgan she’d been baby-faced and entirely inexperienced in a lot of things. The woman sitting across from her at dinner was older now, but all the important bits were the same, like the way her eyes lit up talking about the water or the cheeky smile she got when they reminisced. Tonight was nice, in that sentimental way Dana didn’t venture towards very often.
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name: morgan, nerd (the greatest)
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ringtone: On the Ride - Aly & AJlast text:
I don’t know. I really don’t and I have to ask her.
What if you did it for me and then if it’s a bad answer you don’t tell me and we go to the peach schnapps instead??
What if I made it all up like before?
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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:
Morg
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
Mary Lambert- When You Sleep
my muse’s last text to your muse
Megan: Hey, so I have an early shift tomorrow…
Megan: It wouldn’t suck if you came over after.
Megan: And stayed the night…
Megan: If you wanted, again.
“Can't you just relax and let me read this?” Val grumbled, twisting her body over the back of their couch in an attempt to keep the DVD case out of Morgan’s reach. Her knee came dangerously close to clocking Jason in the face and she stuck her tongue out a little as she read the description of the movie she’d dug out from a shelf in Morgan’s room. “I just want to make sure one of them doesn’t die. Sad movies ruin movie night,” she explained. “By the way, I get two votes on this since I made dinner.”
@morganconway @songjsung
meg >>> morgan
Megan: Do you have plans on the first?
Megan: Asking for a friend...
If Dana had her way, she would have gone to just one Halloween party tonight, the one thrown by Screen Gems with some big shot DJ atop a high rise in downtown Wilmington. Exclusivity meant safety and the advantage of knowing everyone there. But she didn’t intend on staying at the apartment on Bros Street for long, just until she found who she was looking for. Dana’s curiosity had sparked the moment she stumbled upon the Facebook event, a familiar name across the digital invitation. “Been a while, Ms. Conway,” she said, warmth easily creeping into her tone as the other woman approached. “But I’d still recognize you anywhere.”
@morganconway
I WANT YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL.