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abigail: u + me +Ā š š abigail: tomorrow @ 2pm abigail: ish abigail: y/y ????
And now it was the exact tomorrow that sheād texted Trent about, roughly twenty past 2 p.m. as they walked down the street together, and Abigail was absolutely preening with how well her plan was going. She wasnāt about to start calling herself a criminal mastermind -- although, she wasnāt entirely sure about the legality of what she was hoping to accomplish -- but she still felt highly satisfied, even if all sheād done so far was convince Trent thatād sheād found a great new pizza place they just had to try.Ā āSo, I thiiiiink... I think it should be right up here,ā Abi directed, tapping away at her phone a few more times before looking up.Ā āYup, it was right down here!ā She pointed further ahead to the nonexistent storefront, knowing that the actual turn she wanted to take was coming up. There was a hop to her step as she pocketed her phone, glancing to Trent.Ā āThanks for driving, by the way,ā she tagged on, pulling a slight at face at the thought of how many blocks theyād already walked from where they were parked.Ā āThe MTA was fucking hell today. I was for real gonna lose it if I had to witness another man pissing in public -- I think one guy was actually targeting the rats.ā













