A Pocket Archive (22)

I smirtled at the glowing rectangle in my hand before selecting the perfect GIF as a response and tossing my phone onto the bed, which is still unmade from the night before and now half-covered in laundry. A few minutes later I hear a ping, but this time it isn't from the giant- it's a notification from Messenger. I arch my eyebrows in surprise as I see the name at the top, then feel a soft smile tug at my lip as I read the message:

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