So I'm at the laundromat, and my dad just called, and the first thing he said was:
"Why is Darcy texting me?"
"Wait...who?"
"Darcy, or marcy...or whatever his name is"
"Narcy? What's the number?"
"Uhh it ends with 500 i think"
That's Stefan..."
"Oh, well he sent a text saying 'Yes.'"
"Oh..okay :3"
Looool I sent Stefan a text at 3 am
It's funny how he replies like right now.
*goes to diary blog to rant*
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