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The person I’m talking to said, “I’m not perfect, but I communicate.”
Three days later? Silence.
No good morning. No good night. Not even “How far?”
I checked my phone like 400 times, thinking maybe my network had backslid. Nothing.
Then he popped up with, “Sorry, I slept off.”
Brother, for 72 hours? Are you a laptop battery?
Honestly, dating in this generation requires helmet and spiritual assistance.
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