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Me: I’ll answer your question if you answer mine.

Chase: Yes, Sox, I think of you, fuck, happy?

Me: Very.

Me: And okay, I promise we’ll meet, and I won’t lie if I’m not dating anyone.

Chase: Alright, cool.

Me: Feel better?

Chase: Not really.

Chase: It’s like a looming deadline.

Me: YOU MADE IT UP!

Chase: I’m regretting it.

Chase: Let’s forget it.

Me: You being a pussy, Yank? Like your team.

Chase: The Patriots won last week, didn’t they?

Me: Yeah...against the Browns…

Chase: We play against each other in a few weeks, wanna place a wager?

Me: LOL, sure, let’s do that.

Chase: What do you want?

Me: Can I think about it?

Chase: Absolutely.

Chase: I already know what I want.

Me: Name it.

Chase: I want you in that red lingerie with your hand underneath those lacy panties.

Me: Damn, that was...surprisingly hot.

Me: And unlike you lately.

Chase: *raises brow* Haven’t I always been hot?

Chase: AND I LIKED OUR TWENTY QUESTIONS!

Me: You’ve been failing on that aspect of your personality. Hence the 80-year-old comment.

Chase: Says the woman who hasn’t opened up that dick pic yet.

Me: Didn’t want to ruin anything, as you said earlier.

Chase: Wouldn’t have sent it if it wasn’t something worth bragging about.

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