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Last night Will Gregory and I had what I thought was a thoughtful conversation about why things never happened between us.
This morning, he called me three times at 15-minute intervals until I picked up. I was all, “why would you call me three times early in the morning on a Sunday” and he was like, “I need you to come pick me up at the Marriott by the college.” Because apparently the girl he slept with snuck off and left him there!
So I laughed and hung up on his ass.
WHO’S TOO NICE NOW, DOUCHE ROCKET