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Chase: LOL, no.

Chase: I was going to say it's because my intentions definitely aren’t, what you’d call, honorable.

Chase: And after the shit I’d probably do to you, I’m not someone you’d feel comfortable bringing home to your father.

Me: Lucky for you, my daddy isn’t and hasn’t been in my life.

Chase: Stupid man.

Me: I tend to think so.

Chase: Wish you wouldn’t have told me that.

Chase: Now my mind is just reeling with ideas of you in blue Yankee gear.

Me: Don’t get too excited because that’ll never happen in this lifetime.

Chase: Think so?

Me: Know so.

Chase: I love a challenge, Sox.

Me: I’m sure you do, Yank.

Chase: How about silver?

Me: The Patriots have red in it, you know?

Chase: Yeah, but I just can’t get past the fact that you like Boston. And that you’d think you still won…yeah, no.

Chase: White works.

Chase: With water.

Me: Who’s the pig now? And I’m too pale.

Chase: Your skin is perfect. Stop talking about it.

Me: Don’t stop talking about it?

Chase: Sox…

Me: *sigh* Fine. *zips lips*

Chase: Thank you.

Me: Hey Yank...

Chase: Yeah

Me: I think you’d look hot in red.

Chase: Doesn’t matter what color I’d be wearing because, if we were standing in front of each other, you wouldn’t be looking at my shirt.

Chase: I’d be too busy fucking your mouth with my tongue.

? Sympathy — Too Close To Touch ?

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