Comeback Memes For Group Chats Novels & Stories

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' 'Offcourse not, we're not saying the same thing at all, I was just having random thoughts. 'Is there something that triggered that?' 'Yes, one old schoolmate who use to bully me then came back.' 'What!! Did he hurt you?' 'No no offcourse not, it's on F******k here tonight.' 'What's his F******k handle?' 'Why do you need his username?' 'Just send it?' he replied and she couldn't refuse him cause he could see the authority in the voice, she sent the username to him and replied with 'Thank you.' Mirabella was amused to why someone will say thank you to such a thing.

Bee "Yes o. Because that friendship of yours feels more like a Frienrelationship from all the screenshots you sent" Dee "Wait! Jay Jay sent screenshots? I didn't see them." Toks "When you no de read chats. I am sure you opened the group chat and just typed without scrolling first" Dee chuckling. "I honestly didn't. Okay lemme go through them " Janet "Alright girls, I will catch up later. I am going back to work" Toks "worky worky" Bee "Don't mind her. See you later" Janet "Later"

Not from the truth. She nodded slowly. “Yes, Camila. That was your dad.” The little girl blinked, her expression unreadable for a long moment. “I liked him.” Natalia's throat tightened. “I know.” Camila looked down at the picture in her hand—a family drawing. A woman. A child. A man added in pencil, just recently sketched in. “Can he come back again?” Natalia didn’t have an answer. She pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, holding her like she was the only stable thing left in a world suddenly tilting.

We have a group chat so I sent it there. ME: Hey guys! I miss you. I hope everyone is recovering ok. We have to come back here when you guys are better, this place is perfect. The weather is beautiful everyday. Cool mornings, warm afternoons, but without the humidity. The evenings are great too. I have been working by the pool. Talk soon, Love you both.

Of everything we've been through (no, no) Toast to the ones here today (ayy) Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories (ayy) And the memories bring back, memories bring back you Doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo Memories bring back, memories bring back you Doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo (ooh, yeah) Memories bring back, memories bring back you Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, doh, doh Memories bring back, memories bring back you.....♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

“Wait a minute. I forgot to do something.” Chaylen got his phone. He opened the camera and in an instant, he took a selfie with me! “What did you do?” I asked. “I will send this to the four men and make them jealous~” When I peeked at his phone, he had already sent the picture on their group chat. Wait! They have a group chat?! “You guys have a group chat?” “Yup! Terban and Vincent always left the group. But I always added them to annoy them. Maybe next time, they will block me.”

After changing back into her regular clothes, Scarlett scoured the internet for memes that were funny or relevant enough to share on her social media. It was a full-time job, taking up more of her time than homework, but somebody had to drudge through the sea of endless posts to pick out the gems. There were a lot of memes about men, due to the trending hashtag #notallmen. Scarlett steered clear, careful not to take a stance one way or another. She couldn't deal with people arguing on her posts. The only valid response was a laughter emoji.

I don’t have time for mind games tonight. A small ding from my phone breaks the silence. Then another. And another. My phone screen lights up with notifications, buzzing non-stop. What in the world? A group chat? “Forbes Finest.” I squint at the name, lighting up my screen repeatedly. --- Me: What’s this? Benson: Lincoln, my boy! You made it! Jordan: Welcome, mate. I was starting to wonder what took you so long. Me: When I said we should communicate better, I didn’t mean a damn group chat, Benson.