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Send me a ✆ for a late-night voicemail from me to you
“Hey Summer, just wondering… whether…” The next part came out in a blur, “do you want to go on a date with me?”
It was a really strange message to wake up to. Summer stared at her phone when it finished, utterly at a loss for a few minutes. Then she opened a text to him and typed in a single word.
Yes.