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Chase: Have a good night with your mama?

Me: The best, my brother called.

Chase: No shit! That’s awesome.

Me: Best Christmas gift ever.

Chase: I got you something.

Me: Oh, Yank...please say you didn’t.

Chase: Guilty as charged.

Me: You told me to yell at you next time you use lawyer lingo.

Chase: Right, my bad.

Chase: It’s nothing that I bought, I promise.

Me: Now I’m intrigued.

Chase: It’s more of a confession.

Me: You’re an eighty-year-old man.

Chase: No.

Me: You have a love child.

Chase: Hell no.

Me: You’re not a lawyer, you’re actually a convict that studied law in jail. That’s how you know all the jargon.

Chase: You’re exhausting.

Me: Last one...you’ve been stalking my life.

Chase: Sure.

Me: KNEW IT!

Chase: You done?

Me: No...

Me: FINE! I’m ready…

Chase: You seriously just killed the mood of my being serious.

Me: I’m being dead serious...right now…

Me: Straight face and everything.

Chase: I seriously do not want to tell you anymore.

Me: Scared?

Chase: *eye roll*

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