#threads; declan

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declan: right sorry i haven't been texting you back

declan: it's just that i have no fucking idea who u are and where the hell you got my number

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“I hope, um, your flight was okay.” If it wasn’t clear yet, Declan was feeling awkward. And like maybe he was going to burst from all the pressure. He needed Jo to see that he’d changed, that he meant what he’d said. “Do you need anything?” @hcartout

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text to; jo

declan: i believe this is an insult to nickleback

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text to; declan &

declan: lmao sorry i didn't text back

declan: i was asleep

declan: for 5 days

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text; Declan & ?

Declan: idk why you're acting like this when we both know this isn't anything but sex

Declan: i don't get mad at you over who you choose to spend your time w smh

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“wait wait wait,” declan said, taking jo’s hand to pull her out into the hall. it was far too loud in the christmas party they were in, and declan wasn’t sure if he had heard her right. “you said you’re what?” @hcartout

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text to; jo

declan: stop calling me

declan: i'm in a study group

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text to; Jo

Declan: you got makeup on my pillow

Declan: fuckin rude