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I need to purge some text messages from my phone.

I have roughly 40 texts of songs that I am supposed to check out from one delightful friend, who is one of the most all-around attractive packages (I mean, people) that I know.

And then there are the assorted random thoughts and pieces of conversation that make me smile each time I re-read them. They include:

Proontf!

You have assumed correctly and you smell fine.

I just had a dream that you and I were attending Dartmouth University...It was awesome. The men were awesome...and totally digging us. Also, the dessert selection was sweet and so was the library.

OK, Puddles, where you is?

I guessed.

And the actual answer to your question is that my face is jorpis but good.

modern family #reallifenottheshow

How was it, charmster?

It's ok to be slow

I have now officially had an accident while driving and texting: calling you a guy. You know I would never do that on purpose.

Hey! I had this dream last night that we were driving to ultimate and we decided we were going to borrow a tiny Mini Cooper convertible to drive instead of my car. We took it and then turned around because I thought it was too much like stealing! Miss you. Lol.

Your niece has the bluest eyes of life. This is important.

Beth...I think I might be a flirt!!

I like you. Do you like me?

Yay! Dream dream dream! We're too young to not live!!


Just wanted to put those out there. I think it's funny that I have two texts about dreams I was in. My friends are great.

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  1. I think you should get an iPhone so you don't have to delete your text conversations!

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  2. B, I think you need an "email me" button somewhere so that I can email you directly from your site. Of course, others would be free to use it as well. I'd share. :-)
    I can send you a link for a "contact me" button (which is free). Let me know if you are interested.
    K

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  3. i am so glad i made the list... i am going to text you more.

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  4. ariana: i would like an iphone. i'm afraid of what my bill would be like though... (if you know of a way i can pay $50 or less, i will make the switch)

    kh: good idea. i'll take your link.

    kirsten: please do. :)

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