The Selection

Friend: *smirk*
Me: ?

Friend: Celeste Newsome (Knew some)

Me: !

Friend: Celeste Newfew (knew few)

Me: *AGONISED SCREAM*

Friend: Hey. A Celeste is a type of star right? I guess she was a shooting star

Me: *GROSS SOBBING*

--You received a text from Friend!

Friend says:

Celeste: Okay America, I love you, but you need to make up your mind //shot//

Me: *banging head on wall*

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