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[text; power of voodoo] WELL I WAS KIND OF GUESSING IT WASNT MEANT FOR ME [text; power of voodoo] dont worry i delete all my text out of habit of clutter anyway [text; power of voodoo] oh god if he did see that would just be [text; power of voodoo] i fear he would shatter [text; power of voodoo] no offence 

[Text; billy] they do [Text; billy] but a handful of them is very very very chewy billy [Text; billy] it was horrible

“No?” There’s a small chuckle and  the teen is crossing his arms over his chest.  “Still, my bad. I do tend to ramble sometimes-   If I ever am boring you, just let me know!”

   “Full of thoughts I hope- good ones.”      It isn’t her job to worry over Billy. She     knows this. Yet she can’t stop herself     from making sure. This is the boy her     son was in love with after all.

“I wasn’t watching where I was going!”      he feels like he should try and help get      the coffee out, but he’s done enough as      it is- with a worrisome smile, the teen       shifts from one foot to another, “are you sure      theres nothing I can do to make it up to you?”