<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Cell buzzing on his thighs as a couple texts popped through from Edward, he skimmed the messages and smirked. Hemming and hawing on the proposition, he typed a rapid response to his companion and returned his attention to the screen of his computer.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><i>Hmm...if we ditch, what'd you wanna do? We could hit up my fraternity and I can introduce you <img alt=":party:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite161" data-shortname=":party:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Party    :party:"/></i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:19 AM</i><br/>
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<i>Or we swing around Mu and wreck Dwayne's section of the pit <img alt=":bomb:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite144" data-shortname=":bomb:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Bomb    :bomb:"/> I bet you know where his room is</i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:19 AM</i><br/>
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<i>If you think I'm joking, I literally have glitter and confetti and a bunch of shit sitting in my drawer at Kappa. I'd love to prank him for once</i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:21 AM</i><br/>
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Ideas racing through his brain, he prayed Edward might go along with his formulating plan and agree to at least take him to Dwayne's part of Hell. Afterall, living with the monster couldn't have been an exhilirating time Freshman year. Tiger crossed his fingers and rocked his feet beneath his chair, anticipating a positive affirmation. Even if Edward denied the notion, he'd create a new time to execute his thoughts alone. <br/>
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A red icon caught the corner of his eye on the laptop screen, his Gmail app pinging with a new message. Recognizing the email as Edward's, he happily scrolled through the content and sent a short thank you for the advice and support. </span></span>