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~Tia~ *Phone Dings* N: Hey T: Who’s this? N: lol…..guess T: Or you could just tell me…. N: I could, but that wouldn’t be as much fun…. T: This may be fun to you, but not to me….. T: Who is this? N: Ok….ok….you twisted my arm……it’s Neal T: How did you get my number? N: I have my ways Okay, this is weird. Why is Neal texting me? How did he get my number? I won’t lie; Neal texting me makes me feel some type of way. It’s almost as if I’m being unfaithful or something. I know how ridiculous that sounds since it’s just texts. I don’t feel that way about Neal at all, but it feels as if there is supposed to be something more there. N: Hello?? T: Yes, I’m here. N: Are you not happy to hear from me? T: I mean…..a text wasn’t really necessary….who really uses their phones around here