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[photo upload of Remy’s unimpressed glower, his lips kicked slightly in mirth]

11:39 a.m. Me

That could be an old image.

11:40 a.m. Remy

I can send you a pic of something very few people would recognize if you prefer.

11:41 a.m. Me

??

11:41 a.m. Me

Are you talking about the scar on your leg or…?

11: 43 a.m. Remy

Definitely not my scar, Pyro. And don’t forget that spanking is still on the table if you continue with the sass.

Wednesday

2:49 p.m. Me

My dad hasn’t worked much this week. Instead he’s been visiting with friends and relatives. It’s like he’s on a farewell tour. I hate it.

3:05 p.m. Remy

Maybe you should take some time off too. Want me to find someone else to help with the workload?

3:33 p.m. Me

No thanks. Your recruitment of Wesley was bad enough. I’m pretty sure he’s already slept with Ivy, despite me warning him not to. When can I set him on fire?

3:33 p.m. Me

I mean—when can I fire him?

3:35 p.m. Remy

Why do I suddenly feel like the least psychotic person in this conversation?

Thursday

5:57 p.m. Me

Thanks for the flowers. They almost made me cry.

6:25 p.m. Remy

Flowers? What flowers?

6:34 p.m. Me

I know it was you. Who else would send me fifty red roses with a card that says—I can’t wait to see you again?

6:36 p.m. Remy

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