[text to: magic hands] there’s an image for me. I wasn’t serious and how would I even get in there? besides he’d just look at me baffled and have no idea why I was there. fuck my life.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Well you can unthink that image, I don’t want to know what else you’ve thought of. They don’t lock their door, none of us do.
[text to: magic hands] no can do, my brain doesn’t work that way. I don’t know how you haven’t all been killed in your sleep. that doesn’t change the fact that he wouldn’t even understand. I don’t know what his type is but I’m not it.
[text to: magic hands] and you have no idea how upset that makes me.