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pre-the spideypool kiss, this is steph's fault.

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[A picture message, containing one (1) image of Wade Wilson dressed in a zebra print skirt, a Hawaiian shirt tied up into a crop top, and tacky 1990s snow gloves.]

I think I met my dream man.

1/2

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CLARA what are YOU DOING! 😱😱😱😱😱

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Having a laugh with some bloke at the thrift shop?

[Is that not... alright? Did she just make friends with a known supervillain?]

What's wrong?

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clara
that's my 5%

1/3

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[ . . . ? ]

2/3

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Your 5% of what exactly?

3/4 nvm

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[OH.]

Oh!

[Well. Ah. This is certainly. A thing.]

So sorry, please ignore everything I've said and done in the last fifteen minutes.

4/4 awkwardness journey concluded

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I highly approve, of course. Though this might be an awkward moment to tell you that.

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I hate everything






Please let him know it looks nice on him.






But not from me. From someone else. Your friend Carl.

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Is this primary school? Should I pass it to him in a note? Honestly Peter, that would benefit no one in this situation.

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I work in a school, that's close enough.
Pass him a note and say it's from a secret admirer, that's a great idea.

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[P E T E R]

You're the only acquaintance I have in common with him. I'm fairly certain he'd figure that out pretty quickly.

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Ugh, I hate it when you're right about a stupid thing I say.

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I'm sure you'll get used to it eventually.