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Me:I’ll try to sneak a text sometime today.

Me:I miss you.

Python:I know you do.

Me:*eye roll*

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Me:Please tell me you didn’t.

Python:Fine, I didn’t.

Me:I needed this. BAD.

Me:Thank you for the flowers, Robbie. They’re gorgeous.

Python:Gorgeous flowers for a gorgeous gal.

Python:That was so corny.

Me:But I loved it.

Python:How’d the first day go?

Me:Holy cats. Today was EXHAUSTING! I broke up a fight and spilled my coffee all over myself during lunch. I’m pretty sure three kids already think I’m the worst teacher ever too.

Me:Other than that, let’s just say if I were a big drinker, I’d be half a bottle of wine deep right now.

Python:Only half a bottle? Weak.

Python:But you’re still cute, so I’ll allow it.

Python:Sorry it was a crappy first day.

Me:I wouldn’t say that, not entirely. It could have been a lot worse.

Python:But a lot better too. I know you’re a bit of a perfectionist, so I’m certain today was slowly killing you inside.

Me:Totally.

Me:As much as I hate to cut this short…

Python:No, no. You’re a working woman now. I get it. Go rest. Sweet dreams, Monts.

Python:*sexy not sweet

Python:Sorry, my bad.

Me:I don’t know who’s more exhausting, the kids or you.

Python:We’ll just call it a tie.

Me:Good night, Robert.

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Me:SERIOUSLY?

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