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“Clearly not.” The brunette teased, leaning forward on the table with a nod. “Thanks, Alex. That means a lot, and it was nice being able to spend more time with her.” At the question regarding her relationship, she dipped her head with a sigh before she began speaking although she knew it had been coming. “Uh, I got into a relationship.....he wasn’t the best......I got out of a relationship.”

“I was counting on making your life harder, but can I really?” he pouted dramatically before a small smirk graced upon his features. “Well, I am truly glad you had fun, you deserve it. And I’m sure you had a great time with your sister” at the mention of her personal life however, the agent rose a brow. “Do elaborate, miss. What relationship drama?”

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“Oh? Well, thank you. I do have doubts about my writing skills sometimes. It means a lot. But enough about me, what have I missed?”

“Like I said, it’s your prerogative. I will certainly not force you into speaking of suck private matters, it wouldn’t benefit neither of us” she granted with a bow. “That’s good. If I recall correctly you are a good writer, so it’s not really a surprise.”

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“Yep! Aurora, it’s great to see you again. I don’t necessarily feel bad, just....surprising. I guess.”

“Sage?! Shit, you’re back! Don’t feel bad about it though, we all know what it’s like to lose touch with people.”

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“Oh yeah, I know. I’m just not good with people, which is funny because I’m a reporter.”

“Giving it a go is the only thing you can do. If that doesn’t work, there’s a great bunch of people here.”

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What is the most offensive compliment you have ever received?

“When I was in high school, a guy told me that I wasn’t as ‘bitchy’ as other girls and i was ‘one of the guys’ which honestly just means they think they can say misogynistic things about other girls and you won’t get mad. Of course at the time, I didn’t realize that.”

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If you could elect any fictional character President of the United States, who would you elect and why?

“A fictional character? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Elle Woods from Legally Blonde? Of course, I haven’t watched that movie in forever.

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What will you never eat again and why?

“I don’t necessarily have any bad experiences with food in that sense, I’ll never eat bacon but that’s just because I don’t like it that much.”

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What product do you hope is still made 50 years from now?

“Huh. I’m not sure actually, uh....I mean if anything the products will probably be improved on in the future. Not that the improvements are guaranteed to be helpful. I do use my laptop quite frequently.”

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SAGE CAVERLY - three fictional characters. 

#1 - Amy Santiago.(Brooklyn Nine-Nine) “ You thought I was just Holt’s lackey, and you thought I was just Jake’s girlfriend. Well, I’m my own person, capable of making my own decisions, and I decided to humiliate you both. “

#2 - Michaela Pratt (HTGAWM) “He doesn’t love me, but here’s the thing. I love me. So I’m done.”

#3 - Alex Danvers (Supergirl) “Everyone wonders who they are at some point in their lives,”

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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“I’m aware of how long I was gone, and I’m sorry.” Sage nodded at his words, a small smile appearing on her features. “She just....decided not to, I guess. I think she was sick at the time, it wasn’t serious. Otherwise my sister wouldn’t have gone.” She pursed her lips at his question. “Uh, personal stuff. Relationship drama. As.....ridiculous as it sounds.”

“Preoccupied seems like an understatement, you went away for months, Sage. But that does sound like fun, I am glad you had time to spend with your family. Your mom didn’t come? What did you do back in New York? And what brought you back? Not that I’m not—- I am happy you are back, I am. I just… we haven’t talk in months.”

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“I’ll talk about it, eventually. Just some stuff went down that makes me uncomfortable to talk about, at least with someone I’m not necessarily the closest too.” The journalist shrugged, before answering the brunette’s next question. “Actually yes, it was surprisingly easy to get my old job back.”

The club owner nodded understandingly as the journalist explained herself “That’s your prerogative, we don’t have to discuss anything regarding New York if you’d prefer it that way” she granted with one final nod “Have you found any job in town yet?” 

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“OH. He’s not kidding, is he? It must be pretty terrible, having a father who blackmails you like that.”

“Yeah, hell if I remember any of it,” Beau mumbled, scratching his head,  “Uh.. prison? I’d lose everything.”

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“Oh, it is. So is New York, for that matter. But Las Vegas feels more like home, in a way. Maybe it’s just because I prefer it over Kansas.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I guess I’ve moved so much that I missed out on the worst parts. Although Las Vegas really isn’t that bad, except for the heat, I guess,” Kendall chuckled, “I bet. Las Vegas sounds infinitely more exciting than Kansas.”

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“I’ll try at least. there’s no guarantee that they’re all still gonna be here. Not that I knew very many people to begin with.”

“Yeah, I can understand that. I’m pretty good at keeping in contact but it’s always a lot harder to be as close as you used to be. Well, now you’re back I’m guessing you’ll start talking to people who you knew here.”

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Sage smiled politely at him when he opened the door, entering the house and looking around as he spoke. The brunette watched him with an amused expression herself, although it was partially surprise. She wasn’t used to interviewees being so....generous? Of course, she rarely conducted interviews at their houses. Usually it was her own, their workplace, or a restaurant. “Oh, well that’s fine. You didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been fine.” She watched him as he brought the tray over to the living area. “I prefer coffee, but water would be fine. Don’t worry about making anything else, believe me you’ve done more than enough.”

Henry was just putting the last confection on a plate, apron on, when he heard the knock on the door. As he jogged over, he heard his name through the wood before opening up. “Sage Caverly?” he asked as soon as the door was open, an amused expression on his face. “Please, come in.” He allowed the brunette to enter before he shut and locked the door. “I was just actually going to bring out some snacks. I wasn’t sure if you’d had lunch already and I would feel like a terrible host slash interviewee if I hadn’t at least offered you a little something.” He walked over to the open, beautiful kitchen to grab the plate of finger foods and bring them over to the comfortable living area where the interview would be conducted. “I also wasn’t sure if you preferred tea or coffee or anything so… just let me know.”