Bold text represents Devon, Regular text represents Charlize

October 9

11:58 P.M.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"So, what did you think about the fashion show?"

"Ugh."

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of 'amazing' or 'fantastic', but I guess 'ugh' works too."

"I'm just so glad it's over. Now I can focus on more important things. Like my math homework."

"I love the fashion show. I've watched it every year."

"No way. You're literally so weird. Why do you even like it so much?"

"The poise and the artistry of the young women are simply breathtaking."

"That's it?"

"And there's so many hot girls."

"Now, there's the therapist I know and dislike."

"Aww, you dislike me?  I'm so wounded."

"You should be."

"Anyway, can we talk about that girl who tripped and fell? That was absolutely hilarious!"

"Yeah, ha ha, it was so funny. You try walking in ten inch heels."

"Why so defensive?"

"Why so annoying?"

"Touche."

"Which girl did you like the best?"

"Honestly, the one that fell. I forgot her name, but she's the only one I actually remember. Her dress was absolutely gorgeous, the way that purple fabric complemented her black hair."

"Uh..."

"Trust me, I literally know everything there is to know about dresses and makeup. My mom has walked so many red carpets that red is literally my least favorite color."

"Okay, that's not strange at all."

"Hey, don't judge."

"Trust me, I'm the last person that would. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Goodnight."

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