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[terriblyy]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT.the dealio.

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Hamlet | that one play with the death and the murder

[ofinfinitespace]

1) It's at the point where I'm going to write in her Mother's Day card, "Happy birthday. Please stop having sex with the door open."

2) I managed to convince my mom that my hickey was a birth mark I've always had. She cried for an hour about being a terrible mother for never noticing it.

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[agraveman]

I'll remember to close the door next time

[ofinfinitespace]

You asshole.

[agraveman]

And yet you love me

[ofinfinitespace]

Love is a precarious word, Mercutio.

[agraveman]

Fine. You TOLERATE me because I'm going to kill Claudius for ya

[ofinfinitespace]

And because you'll text treason without batting an eye. It's a quality found in precious few.

[agraveman]

Between my friendships with you and Hal I'm shocked I'm not in jail

[ofinfinitespace]

We might be the only things keeping you from jail.

Though that isn't entirely fair; some credit must be given to your relentless charm.

[agraveman]

I am blessed with Aphrodite's kiss

[ofinfinitespace]

How fortunate for us that you use your power for good.

Ish. Goodish.

[heirofmontague]

You're welcome for that btw.

And suddenly I feel guilty for making your mother guy by proxy.

[ofinfinitespace]

Don't. She more than has it coming.

In any case, she'll forget within the hour. Two, at most.

[heirofmontague]

That seems cruel but hey, she's not my mother.

Two? Such a short memory or are you counting on something else popping up to distract her?

[ofinfinitespace]

My mother has the memory of a fish, or of a woman newly remarried. If she can forget a father, she can forget a birthmark.

Even such a, ah, birthmark as this.