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I’d rather have Cally than hockey.

Pauly

Oh shit. It’s 4 real 4 real?

I gnawed on my thumbnail again, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lip.

Mikey

I asked him to marry me.

The dancing dots appeared, then disappeared. Thirty seconds or so passed, then they were back. I imagined all the ways Pauly was freaking out, and the wall of text that was about to hit my screen.

Pauly

RU fucking with me right now?

Me

Nope. Dead serious

Pauly

When?????????

Me

After the bar

Pauly

U were ENGAGED the whole time?

Me

I asked him later.

Pauly

No wonder u couldn’t stop touching him.

U were sitting there planning to propose…

Me

I wasn’t. I blurted it out after.

Pauly

After when?

I smirked, picturing his face when he read my response. If you couldn’t fuck with the guy you’d known since you were six, who could you?

Me

Pauly

Classy, porter.