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Maggie:I will cut you

Chase:Forties?

Maggie:I’m ending this text string and deleting you.

Chase:Kidding. My real guess is 25.

Maggie:Not bad. I’m 26.

Chase:But you don’t look a day over 40.

Maggie:Don’t make me find out where you live so I can slap you.

Chase:Tempe. There, I narrowed it down for you.

Maggie:I’m in Scottsdale

Chase:Of course you are

Maggie:What’s that supposed to mean?

Chase:Snotsdale. That’s what we call it where I live.

Maggie:Super original

Chase:Don’t blame me. I didn’t make it up.

Maggie:But I’m sure you say it

Chase:Of course

Scottsdale, where I grew up, has a reputation around here for being a little uppity. Or a lot uppity. I don’t see it that way. It’s just home for me. We’ve lived in this area since I was a baby.

Chase:Okay, now that the stalking is out of the way. What about the guy with the butt?

I sigh at his text. What can I say about Dawson? I had a chance, blew it, and now he’s with someone else?

Maggie:Nothing is happening.

Chase:I let you stalk me for that?

This time I laugh, out loud.

Chase:I thought he was finally single.

Maggie:I don’t like that you have my texts memorized.

Chase:Not all. Just parts.

Maggie:I thought we made a deal that you’d delete them.

Chase:I did. I promise. I just have a good memory.

Maggie:Well, try to de-memorize them.

Chase:I’ll see what I can do. Have any hypnotizing skills?

Maggie:I wish

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