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“Typical ...marry rich, then cheat with the coach.” “Poor man. He gave her everything and she threw it away for a basketball coach and a loudmouth friend.” “#ClaraJoeForever….come home, girl!” “She looks happy now, but you can tell she’s damaged goods.” This one landed like a slap on my face. My vision tunneled. Rage boiled up so fast it tasted like copper in my mouth. My phone beeped again, it was a new message. I snatched it back thinking it was Emma.

with a winky emoji. Damien frowned at the message, as he thought, Who could it be? His phone beeped, and the second message left him speechless. "It is your dearest Maggie."

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

* inserts teary eyed face emoji * Sam: Not if you wanna join me on an assassination mission Me: Hard pass. Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger *

The message notification from Robert stared back at me, and I eagerly tapped on it. The message was filled with stickers of "Call me" plastered all over. I couldn't help but giggle; it was so typical of Robert to use stickers to make his messages more urgent and playful. He knew it would make me call him immediately. Each sticker was a different bright color, some with exaggerated hand gestures pointing to the phone icon, others with animated characters jumping up and down. It was a lighthearted touch that momentarily lifted the weight of the morning off my shoulders.

After all, they helped him calm down and forget his sorrow, even if it was for a brief moment. ‘Are you online?’ Andy’s phone suddenly buzzed, and a message popped on his phone. Andy’s smile paused, and he looked at his phone. Andy realized that he had mistakenly reacted to the joke while laughing. His expression turned calm, and he typed, ‘Yes. ‘Why are you not sleeping? It’s late.’ The person typed and sent as if she was afraid that if she was a tad late, Andy wouldn’t reply to her anymore. Accompanying the message was a curious, cute cat emoji.

See you xo. She couldn't help but smile because of it as she clicked the link that was with the message. It was really a F******k account for her, and there were even four thousand likes already!

Turning on his smartphone, he saw Jane's incoming messages and missed calls from Jane this afternoon, as well as missed calls from several people with strange codes. “This woman,” Josh muttered with a faint smile. Josh also typed a message to Jane, a sweet good night message. 'Is this woman fast asleep.' (1 message sent to Jane) “Huh? Only tick 1,” Josh muttered, “It looks like this owl went to bed early,” continued Josh again looking at the chat room between him and Jane with a faint smile and typing a new message. 'Good night Jane ugly (laughing emoticon)' (2 messages sent to Jane)

I opened our conversation and began to iMessage him. Me: Hi. Are u busy? I need help :( I waited for a few minutes for him to reply and I feel very depressed when he didn't even answer back. I stared at my laptop whose touchpad isn't even working anymore. Fuck that hot coffee! And fuck that little girl who already ruined my night. If she wasn't only a little girl, I already yelled at her. It's been twenty minutes. "Fuck." I cussed. Me: Gageyyyyyy :(

My phone buzzed and a text message from Matt showed on my notifications bar. I sniffed and wiped my nose,then clicked it and saw his message: Matt: Mon Ami! Me: Hey, Matt. Matt:What's up!;) Me: I'm good. Matt: What's going on? Me: Nothing,I guess. Nothing you'd want to know. Matt: Tell me. Pleaseeeeeee. Me: No, see you tomorrow. Matt: :( hey,what happened to my jacket? Me: *Whistling* see you tomorrow. Goodnight.