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    ❛ ----you wanna go see . . . ‘sixteen candles’, really? ❜  he snorts a chuckle out his nostrils with a gentle shake of his head.  ❛  what’s so interesting about a damn candle, never mind sixteen of ‘em . . . ? ❜  he protests, leaning his forearm against his steering wheel. wasn’t it supposed to be his his turn picking the movie, anyway? 

                                        ❛  yeah!  no, yeah, yeah, yeah--- no, i’m with you!  ❜  no he isn’t.   ❛  i heard you. yeah, totally. loud and clear, you were talkin’ about the, uh . . . number, in between the little line thingies.  ❜   he explains, pointing to the number in between the absolute value symbols. he reverts his crescent-lidded gaze to her profile, admiring it conspicuously. then, gesturing toward the textbook,   ❛  who gives a shit about remedial math, anyway? all the numbers ‘n . . . letters, hieroglyphics---- shit’s pointless . . . y’know, unlike me, for the record.  ❜   he admits suggestively, unabashedly, dragging his finger across a particularly intriguing area of her neck. he nips at it with his lips experimentally.   ❛  i’m just puttin’ it out there that there are other, . . . more interesting ways of tutoring this load ‘a bull. y’know, for example, for simple subtraction, we coullllllld . . .  maybe ditch some cloth---- subtract some cloth, i should say.  ❜   he tugs at the end of hem of her shirt mischievously with a boyish smirk.

MOONY!! A TRUE JOY. really tho, you’re such a great writer. life can be crap sometimes, and i know it’s hard to see it. but you’re such a good writer and kind soul. you’re so passionate about your characters and your writing and it shows. i admire your dedication and your skill. i am so hyped that we became pals and we have been talking. i’m happy to call you a friend. 

can yall believe im lucky enough 2 have a wife like this??????????/ 

biased !!!!!!!!!!!! ILUS M

‘  ‘nd  i  can’t  believe  you’re  only  talking  to  me  ‘cause  he  isn’t  here.  ’  without  uttering  his  name  ,  defensive  timbre  spoke  volumes.    ‘  y’know  what  ?  actually  ,  i  can.  ’    low  blow  ,  even  for  a  harrington.  he  was  well  -  aware  ,  dome  of  haphazardly  strewn  strands  shaking  ,  nevertheless.  two  former  flames  &  one  overdue  conversation.