Just because you snapped a picture of his face as you were promising him creme brulee doesn't mean he gave consent for you to twist his words and use him as a weapon of dopp-destruction.
Lukas doesn't understand what you're doing to me.
If he did, he never would have smiled for you.
Give me back my phone.
Sincerely,
Sarah
p.s. psst! lukas! help me out here! steal it from his bag and mail it to me, okay?
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