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*Star sends picture*

Cin: Why didn’t you lead with that one? My God, that ASS!!!

Star: Tell me you didn’t wolf whistle!

Cin: Haha, you know me too well.

Star: Even I have to admit he has a fine ass. Shame he IS an ass.

Cin: He just needs me to whip him into shape.

Star: LOL. Is that what he needs?

Cin: ;)

Cin: Did he ask about me?

Star: He did.

Cin: And Creed?

Star: Nuh huh. You need to speak with him yourself.

Cin: Give me his number and I will. I’ve tried to get in touch with him before but I could never find him.

Cin: Man, I need to tap that ass.

Star: You’re leaving upstate New York soon, right?

Cin: Yeah, probably heading to New Mexico if you don’t need me.

Star: Got a job?

Cin: Two, actually. Man and wife. Haha. It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t reality.

Star: There’s a story.

Cin: They’re getting divorced. She wants his watches; he wants her shoes—not sure why he wants the shoes. I didn’t ask—so instead of giving each other what they want, they’re gonna splatter each other’s brains out and I’m not averse to taking their money which is currently sitting pretty in escrow.

Star: Ahh, the Ledger. Your best friend.

Cin: Made by one of yours.

Star: Yup. Not sure if Hunter considers me a friend anymore though. He’s still pissed at me. Haven’t heard from him in months.

Cin: What did you do again?

Star: Kinda helped his grandfather die.

Cin: Yeah, people get real weird about shit like that.

Star: IKR? I guess I get it. Even if it was his grandfather’s idea.

Cin: This is why snipers should only be friends with snipers.

Star: Not a bad idea. You know Conor’s brother? Eoghan? He has PTSD issues.

Cin: Him, you, me, and Chadwick lol.

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