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Chandler could only assume that Callie had the same number she'd had years before. Why she still had it saved was beyond her, but that hardly mattered at this point. Hovering her thumb over the send button, Chandler sighed. This was a bad idea, but she didn't know who else to ask.
[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | Hey, Callie. It's Chandler.
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Most people didn't pay any mind to unfamiliar numbers, but Callie had never been one of those people. She looked at it like it didn't matter, and the announced name made her smile on instinct. [nospaces] Hey, yeah, I've got time. What's up? | ▶ |
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[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | Don't take this the wrong way, but uh... Does Bellefonte offer more than one dance teacher? I'd like to get back into it, but I think it'd be weird for you to be my teacher.
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[nospaces] umm yeah I think so | ▶ | Why would that be weird? | ▶ | Don't take me asking the wrong way, I'm just curious | ▶ |
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Well, that was a question Chandler wasn't prepared to answer truthfully.
[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | Oh you know
| ◀ | We used to be on the dance team together. I don't think my competitive edge could handle being taught by someone I used to study with.
| ◀ | Thanks, though!
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[nospaces] Yeah I guess that makes sense | ▶ |
LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE It didn't, but she wasn't completely willing to get into that right now. Not like this, anyway. Callie exhaled harshly; she wasn't ready to let go of this lifeline now that she had it. It was better than nothing. Well, let me know if it works out for you. It'd be nice to have help | ▶ | | ▶ |
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It seemed like Callie was letting Chandler off the hook, and really, she wasn't about to fight it. She knew better than that.
[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE When had it gotten so hard to carry a conversation? Chandler rarely had a problem with that.
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They were simple replies. They were the kind of little messages sent out of courtesy. Maybe, then, she was trying to send a message within a message. Maybe it wasn't worth trying or caring. Callie didn't know. She even left it for a while - unresponded to - for good measure. It was the smarter, more adult of her two options. In the end, minutes didn't even matter. [nospaces] Is that it then? You got what you wanted? | ▶ |
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The response had the brunette furrowing her brows. She hadn't expected a response, even as the minutes had ticked by. Even when she did, she could only stare at the screen, suppressing the groan threatening to escape her lips. It seemed passive aggressive, but then, that didn't sound much like the girl she'd known years prior to this.
[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | Unless there's something I'm missing out on, and if by "you got what you wanted", you mean "did you get the answer to your question you were looking for"
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[nospaces] Yeah okay | ▶ | No problem. See you around | ▶ |
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[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | okay | ◀ | See you
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Every single part of Callie was often devoted to not hitting the level she just had. There was instant regret to her own attitude, and it only made everything worse. She supposed she could own up to it. In some way. [nospaces] I don't even know if you actually care but I still want to talk to you | ▶ | A lot has happened since you were gone. I don't even know how to talk to you | ▶ |
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At this point, it felt more like running around in circles than getting anything constructive done. Part of her wanted to be done with it, say 'fuck it' and just move on. That didn't necessarily mean she could. Tossing the phone down next to her, she drummed her fingers against her thighs. She didn't know how to respond, nor what she wanted to respond.
Eventually, though, she picked the phone back up.
[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | I don't know what to tell you, Cal
| ◀ | I'm not super keen on digging into the dirt of the past
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[nospaces] [googlefont=Roboto] ◀ | Hell yeah you did it's a little too late for that Did he leave you?
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