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And wouldn’t he have es like those aren’t exactly easily ignored or forgotten, no matter who the recipient is…

With a deep, anxious breath, I tap ers across the keypad

Lunch would be great, but I’ life…

Delete

What IS lunch, exactly?

Delete

I’ve actually given up eating all food Very new age diet All the rage

Delete

Hey, Milo Ha-ha-ha Lunch? With moi?

Shit I sound like a vagrant foreigner, and technically, I shouldn’t knoho is textingcomputer and proceeded to solicit sex! Bruce & Sons ethical code has been all but destroyed

Delete

Me: Hi…u me who this is?

Finally, I settle on unadulterated ignorance and send off a response His reply chimes in a minute later

Milo: It’s Milo Ives And no, I didn’t mean to say that in a Bond, James Bond kind of way

Oh my God, he’s so funny, my heart yells I love him!

I flash a flyer for a two-bedroom with rent control in Throatstown at my heart and tell it to shut the hell up This isn’t a time for its opinion This is a time to use my brain

I contemplate the structure, cadence, and siain, even after all of my analysis, I can’t help but notice that he doesn’t mention the anesthesia-fueled brain misfire

Is he just being polite, or did he really, soes?

Holy hell, the uncertainty is ball-shriveling I mean, you know, if I had balls to shrivel

Oh, for fuck’s sake Get it together, you psycho! You can’t go through with this You sent thehiinize you!

I’o to lunch with him

Actually, I can never come into contact with him for the rest of my life

Not to years from now

No flipping way I’d rather cut off my left tit than have to face him