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May 13, 2013 | by  | in Opinion |
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Editorial – Flatting

Hey gurrrrl

Guess I missed you before I had to go to work, but just thought I’d let you know that my test at 8am this morning went GREAT, THANKS FOR ASKING.

Hope you had a GOOD time last night – SOUNDED like you were, anyway. How is that “friend” from your tute doing these days anyway? They seemed pretty quiet when I met them; not so much last night HA HA. At least I was happy to HEAR you were safe.

Anyway, I guess I’ll see you when I get home. I haven’t got anything on tomorrow, DON’T WORRY, so you can stay up “studying” late if you need to.

HAVE A GREAT NIGHT.

x

 

Hey sorry to have missed you – again! Sometimes I wonder if you actually still live here, but then when you take my washing out of the machine and dump it on the floor I know you’re still alive, haha.

Hope work wasn’t too bad.. Just think about that payday! Speaking of which… sorry to nag, but do you think you could pay me back for my wine you drank the other night?

I did have a great night, thanks! Sorry if we kept you up… I thought you’d be at the library.

Somehow 80 per cent of our month’s broadband allocation has been used up already.. Perhaps you could cool off on the skype calls to your folks?

 

Molly & Stella

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Molly McCarthy and Stella Blake-Kelly are Salient Co-Editors for 2013, AKA Salient Babes.

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