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I can hear your sarcasm.
Oh good.
Nat Soulmate Sister:
Whatever, you know I’m right. But now that he’s gone for good, and good riddance to bad rubbish btw, you are 1000000% right that you should move. Come to Philly. We can get a place together! Omg that would be so fun!
We can talk about it. But my contract goes through this school year, they’ll start talking to me in February about a new contract or an extension - or not. So we have well over six months.
Nat Soulmate Sister:
I’ll start sending you Zillow listings.
I said we could talk…
Nat Soulmate Sister:
I’ll look for at least three bedroom, we could use the extra space.
Nat Soulmate Sister:
Check your email later.
Nat Soulmate Sister:
Gotta go.
Nat Soulmate Sister:
Love you, bye!
Once she started rapid-firing words at me, I knew she was done. There was no point in responding. She was off to her next thing.
Oddly enough though, I felt excited about the idea of being with Nat again. And Philly? Why not? I could do there what I do here. But at least there I wouldn’t be totally alone. I’d have Nat.
I guess I could look at some of the listings I knew she’d send me later. I’m sure she’d flood my inbox, but I loved how excited she was about the idea. And in the meantime I could also search the different colleges and universities in the area, check if there were any job openings.
Maybe this was the next chapter of my life!
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NICK SOBA
Iswear to God and all that was holy that my sister was put on this Earth to torture me. What in the actual fuckingfuckwas she doing emailing Scottie apartments and town houses in fucking Philadelphia?!?
It was barely 10 a.m. and I was waiting on a team meeting to start so I had wanted to check on Scottie, and sure, on her accounts too. And low and behold, sitting in her inbox were over a dozen emails from Nat, the bane of my existence. They were all Zillow listings all over Philly, and then she had the audacity to leave messages in some of the emails like:
This one’s super cute!
No it fucking wasn’t! It was hideous.
Look at the light in this one! You could totally paint in this room, it could be your studio. Three bedroom, I told you!
Was she high? Scottie wasn’t fucking painting in any house exceptmine!
This is a GREAT location! Very central, LOTS of great coffee shops within walking distance - not just ONE! ;)
I had grown very fond of the Caffeinated Cock, so… no. Just no. These were in factnotgreat coffee shops, not great replacements for the Cock.
