DooWahDiddy: Thanks QTpi:He was one of the good guys. DooWahDiddy: Thanks QTpi:I really liked him DooWahDiddy: Yeah, I was kind of attached to him too QTpi:He was my favorite teacher I ever had DooWahDiddy: He loved his job. He loved kids. He knew (and remembered) every single kid's name that was ever in his class. QTpi:Wow DooWahDiddy: Yeah. I didn't inherit that skill. QTpi:How are you doing? DooWahDiddy: I have a beard. QTpi:Oh QTpi:Is that supposed to mean something? DooWahDiddy: When life gets hairy, so do I QTpi:Ha DooWahDiddy: It's something I do. I noticed it my freshman year of college. I think it has something to do with me wanting to have control over something. DooWahDiddy: I can't control my life, but I can control how much hair I have on my face. QTpi:LOL QTpi:When are you heading this way? DooWahDiddy: My flight leaves tomorrow at 2pm QTpi:We'll have to hook up DooWahDiddy: I've been wanting to hook up with you for years QTpi:Haha. Nice try old man. DooWahDiddy: DooWahDiddy: Can't blame a guy for trying. QTpi:I already learned my lesson with you DooWahDiddy: What? QTpi:You're the reason your brother broke up with me. DooWahDiddy: Really? QTpi:Yep. DooWahDiddy: Really? QTpi:He did not like take kindly to that photo shoot. DooWahDiddy: Oh.
DooWahDiddy: I didn't know that. QTpi:Yeah DooWahDiddy: What didn't he like? I still believe those pictures are still some of my best work. And you were so beautiful in them! QTpi:Oh he liked the pictures. He just didn't like how naked I was. DooWahDiddy: We could only see your back QTpi:Yeah, but i was basically naked on set . . . DooWahDiddy: You were wrapped in a sheet! I never saw anything! QTpi: I know. And I told him that. Didn't really matter. At that point in our relationship you actually had gotten further with me than he had. I never particularly trusted Sean. DooWahDiddy: Sorry. Didn't mean to complicate your life. QTpi:It's okay. In the end your brother was a giant, jealous toolbag. QTpi:No offense. QTpi:Sorry. We shouldn't even be talking about this right now. DooWahDiddy: What should we be talking about? QTpi:I don't know. It just seems kind of . . . petty? with everything that's going on. DooWahDiddy: Don't worry about it DooWahDiddy: It's just nice to talk to someone QTpi:You should bring your camera DooWahDiddy: I never leave home without it QTpi:I'd love for you to take my picture again DooWahDiddy: It's a date QTpi:No it's not DooWahDiddy: LOL DooWahDiddy: I should probably get back to packing QTpi:K DooWahDiddy: I'll call you when I get into town QTpi:Talk to you later! DooWahDiddy: Hey QTpi:Yeah? DooWahDiddy: I don't actually have anyone to pick me up QTpi:I can do that! DooWahDiddy: Cool. Maybe we could grab a bite to eat, too QTpi:Cool DooWahDiddy: I'll text you when I find out what time I'm arriving QTpi:Looking forward to it DooWahDiddy: QTpi:
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