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"Michael Langwood has Wattpad," I repeated and smirked at him, trying not to laugh.
"I told you it's NOT my account," he grunted, "It's a friend's who stopped using it so he passed it to me and -"
"Shhh," I pressed my finger on his lips...
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"Dude, you really need to come to the reunion. My mother is killing me already," Matt's loud voice burst through the phone and right into my eardrum.
He'd been trying to convince me to join him to his mother, Karen's highschool reunion, and even woke me from my nap to tell me that. But if there was one thing I felt like doing, that didn't include having to chirp in with comments about divorces or loose wedding rings in a room full with middle aged people.
"She keeps introducing me to her old highschool friends."
"That doesn't sound so bad," I admitted.
"Of course you can say that. You haven't heard her improvised British accent yet."
