Txt Codes Mga Nobela at Kwento

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“You and Wes aren’t the only ones who can have adult jobs.” “Right. But we are the only ones who know the details on the Batmobile. I wish I could show you the new developments.” Quinn bites her lip like she’s thinking. “Well, maybe I can. I have a few seconds of footage I recorded on my phone. We have cell-scramblers all over the place, but I know the codes to get around it. Still, the footage is a little fuzzy.” Quinn gets her phone from her purse. “I don’t know…I really shouldn’t.”

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They snapped at him. “Fine!” Daniel snapped back before leaving the lounge. “According to the internet, this can only be crab” Big G said reading from his phone. “It’s pubic lice that look exactly like a crab” he added. “I don’t care what it looks like, how do we get rid of it?” Tresh asked, panicking. He had to get this treated as soon as possible.

“I’m fine. Can we head over to the basement now? Apparently, we have actual work to do.” We step into the garage. Sandy keeps chattering about finding a new space, but I tune her out, as usual. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out automatically. A new text. From Cameron. I drop everything on the table before even reading it. Cameron: Soy, this is Code Grey. I repeat, Code Grey! I blink at the screen, heart thudding. We have codes for everything. Instead of the usual Code Red for danger, we use Code Grey.

It was a text from an unknown number. Unknown Number: [Can we talk? No fights, no arguments. Just talk.]