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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