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Python:You’re never going to get your place decorated at this point.

Me:Probably not.

Python:So…did you save the pic or what?

Me:*glares*

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Python:What do you think about a kid having a pet?

Me:This is extremely random.

Me:It’s fine as long as they take responsibility for it. We had a farm in Montana, so we spent a lot of time with animals at an early age and learned how to care for them.

Python:You’re a farmer too?

Python:This just keeps getting better and better.

Me:It was a very small farm. We only had a few goats and horses.

Python:Goats? Oh man, you’d really love Zach then.

Me:He has goats?!

Me:You should just go ahead and give me his number now. Might as well give up on us. Goats are my weakness.

Python:You are literally never meeting him. Ever.

Me:We’ll see.

Me:(Also, I’m teasing. He’s in a relationship and I’m not trying to step on any toes.)

Python:I love that you felt the need to clarify all that. You’re so…sweet. It’s cute.

Python:But, yes, I know you only have eyes for me.

Me:That is NOT what I said.

Me:Let me guess, “SAME-SAME DIF”?

Python:*zips lips shut*

Me:Ughhhh.

Me:Why’d you ask me about pets?

Python:Because my son wants one and I’m considering it.

Python:I really just wanted an excuse to text you again, not gonna lie.

Me:Oooh! What does he want? A cat? A dog?

Python:A bunny.

Me:No way! Bunnies are SO cute! DO IT!

Python:But they poop.

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