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text

aly: my husband isn't home.

aly: I was hoping we could talk.

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text @ gf

aly: hey are you awake

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&. iMessage » wifey 💍

alexis: how the fuck do you do this

alexis: how do you deal with mornings with these two monsters all by yourself i'm literally about to cry

alexis: they won't listen oh my god

alexis: tyler won't get out of bed and sam won't eat anything i give her

aly: make tyler some bacon...he'll get up for that. Sam will eat some scrambled eggs but you have to put some ketchup on them lolo

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“----but, you’re not just into modern paganism---you’re trying to tell me it’s real, too? Like you can cast spells?”

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“She doesn’t like that we hang out so much, that’s all,” Alexine sighed. 

“ alright. fine, fine. i’ll let it slide this time. but i’m just warning you, if that little bitch girlfriend of yours gives me an attitude one more time i’ll hit her so hard she sleeps until next year. ”

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alexine: like what??

snapchat ; fwb ex girlfriend

brayden: babe show me somethin :) 

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alexine: mel wtf!! 

alexine: why are u w/ her??

MELODY: hanging w ur gf n she…. keeps asking for tips on how 2 go down on u MELODY: if i give away my secrets will you stop coming to me :///

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i know it isnt about the fc but

i wish i had a katie stevens or rita volk *cry*

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Alexine nodded, listening to the other. “I feel like that’s, to me, one of the biggest things that sucks about liking girls. You’re usually friends and then you fuck or date or both and then sometimes it lasts and most of the time it gets ruined,” She was aware that she probably sounded negative, but, she didn’t sugar coat.

A sigh escaped her. “Yeah,” She began to draw little circles into the grass where they sat with her index finger. “I didn’t mean to get pregnant. He didn’t even know. When I found out, I wasn’t happy---....I was terrified. He would have been a horrible Dad. And my kid would have been another low class depression riddled mess with a split household and a jerk off father. I panicked and...” She paused, closing her eyes a moment to gather herself. She could feel the lump in her throat swelling with her confession.

“I drank until it wasn’t there anymore,” She sniffled, her eyes brimming with tears that she would only allow on the cuff of her hoodie that she used to dab them with. 

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“I’m down!” She reached beneath her bed to pull out the big bottle of Captain Morgan she kept on her. Usually, it was for when she couldn’t stop crying herself to sleep or when she felt frustrated with the world---tonight, it was just fun. 

“Are you a captain fan?” Alexine smirked, twisting open its top and taking a good sized swig. She winced from the burn, handing the bottle to the other.

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“You’re drunk.”

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“This isn’t good---I shouldn’t be so attached, I’m sorry..”

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“It’s not even funny---there’s a fucking ghost in our house.”

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&. imessage » brother's girl.

ALEXIS: i fucking told you to be careful

ALEXIS: he's gonna catch us if you continue being reckless like the past few days

ALY: I'M being reckless?!

ALY: you got pissy when he was kissing on me at the campfire

ALY: & he sleeps like a rock so I sneaked to your cabin bc I knew he wouldnt wake up

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