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It’s 3am. Seriously think I’m sober enough to remember?

Fuck, he’s toying with me. Not sure why the hell I’m surprised. I tap the sides of my phones, lips rolled together as I try to figure out what to say.

I should just fucking block him. It’s obvious he’s just trolling me because he’s bored or something.

And definitely not sober.

Just booze, or some more coke?

@wanderkind

Say it straight or I’m blocking u

@inherentvice

Straight is boring.

Unlike you and my gun this morning.

I get another jolt hardwired to the base of my fucking spine. My hand shakes, and if I wasn’t this fucking lit, I’d be throwing my phone.

@wanderkind

U want to get caught?

@inherentvice

Both my firearms are legal.

As is the girl we had over for brunch.

I laugh despite myself, because how the fuck is he still this sharp when my autocorrect keeps noping out on me because it doesn’t have a fucking clue what I’m trying to say?

@wanderkind

Stand the fuck down

@inherentvice

Why? You on your knees again?

My nostrils flare as I swipe a hand through my hair. This fucking motherfucker. I’m still thinking of some vicious reply when another message comes through.

@inherentvice

Bet you didn’t notice she came first.

Too busy choking on cock.

@wanderkind

Keep her out of this!

@inherentvice

Or what?

You’ll fuck me into submission?