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Me: I’m going to block you.

Chase: Psh.

Chase: Then who will listen to you bitch all day about the entitled pricks you work with?

Me: True.

Me: I need to run back on that app real quick and find someone else to talk to.

Chase: I’ll repeat...I hate you.

Me: It’s okay, Yank, you’re secretly forming a crush on me. Talking to me every day, seeing how my day was...

Chase: I call you beautiful once, and you get a big head.

Me: Twice!

Chase: Never again.

Me: BUT I LIKE IT.

Chase: I’d like if you took a look at my big dick and told me dirty things about what you’d like to do to it but, alas, here we stand.

Me: ...Baby.

Chase: There’s another nickname…

Chase: I think you want me, Sox.

Me: So much, Yank.

Chase: And a fucking tease...ANYWAYS…

Chase: Question #10: Perfect date...Go!

Me: Really?

Chase: Yep!

Me: This is seriously one of the lamest questions you’ve ever asked me.

Chase: Might be planning something…

Me: What and then murder me afterward?

Chase: Just want to make your last night on Earth memorable.

Me: Oh, well, in that case…

Me: I don’t like fancy dinners, I loathe them. Carryout, maybe a picnic on a nice day. Going to the movies is, eh. I used to watch movies in a park when I was in high school, I really liked that.

Chase: A park, so I can dispose of your body pretty quickly afterward. Perfect.

Me: Exactly.

Chase: Thanks for that, Sox.

Chase: Back to the torture chamber, which is my office.

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