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At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.

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So my birthday weekend is tomorrow (!!!!!) so I may not be active much for the next three days.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

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It was a dreary day but Sowon had a job to do. He gathered his paperwork and got off his bike, headed for a fairly well known store.

He had slips of sale for some jewelry and a watch his relative had sold before he passed and Sowon was looking to re-purchase them, to keep them in the family. He had his black express credit card given to him by his family; to be used only in emergencies and this was one. Sowon’s father was dying and while he was alive he wamted to have something from his Korean relatives to comfort him. Sowon didn’t understand it but who was he to argue with a man dying of cancer?

Entering the store he was greeted with rows and rows of high end jewelry and show pieces, all of them super pricey. This wasnt the store he thought it was going to be… it looked like a place that moved inventory fast and probably didn’t have his relative’s stuff anymore, but Sowon had to try.

He walked up to the counter where someone was bent over working on a diasply, clearing his throat as loudly as he dared to get their attention.

“Hello, I’m Kiji Sowon, here to find something that was sold to you some time ago?” He asked in that soft voice of his.

His eyes widened when the worker stood and steaightened up and for the first time in Sowon’s life he had to look up a little to catch someone’s eyes. The guy was tall and handsome and looked a little mad.

‘Oh boy. Hes pissed off already.’ Thought Sowon as he waited for the other to acknowledge him.

Anthem looked over the counter top at the man who he entered the store.  He could not lie, the gentleman did not look like his usual clientele, but the lost prince knew better than to judge anyone by their appearance.  There were definitely those who chose not to flaunt their wealth, and perhaps this Sowon as he called himself was one of those people.

“When you say sold to us, do you know how long ago?”  His eyebrow kinked, hands resting along the smooth glass top covering antique pieces with ‘Not for Sale’ signs on them.  “We only keep records for upwards of five years.  So if it is something older than that, I apologize.  There will be no way to track it.”

It was not often that people came back to find things.  Most people he realized were trying to shed bad memories when they came in to barter with Sora.  This young man though didn’t seem as if he could be old enough to have too many bad memories though.  Then again, Anthem was going back into that judging mode.  Hadn’t he just chastised himself mentally for doing that as soon as he looked at Sowon?  He had.  Silly boy.  

"I have some information on my relative. We changed our name when we moved to a different country so he doesn't have the same surname. He ah... he was dying. Might have been desperate to sell because of that, if that helps?"

“𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡.”

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