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Whatever name Hawksley is under in Grace's phone, whether that's H or Hoxsleigh or if she even spelled it right, she gets a text from him during the middle of a week when every day they predict rain and never get it, unlike last week when they never predicted rain and had 2-minute torrential downpours every night.
Hey. Wanna learn some 1s and 0s of gravity?
my whole life is thunder.
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Grace is sitting cross-legged on her bed, typing away at her laptop with almost inhuman speed at some data visualization code when she gets the message. And then, she flips out.
yes yes yes yes yes!!!!
Four exclamation points. A sure sign of a cracked mind.
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I knew I liked you
She's met him once, but she saw how he lazily took up space in the room just by entering it, how expressive his eyes were, how frequent his smirks, though they were hopefully seen as friendly as he intended them. It is not hard to read that text and imagine him winking.
Another one follows shortly thereafter: Moving soon. Books getting packed. In the meantime, I can show you a couple things. When are you free?
my whole life is thunder.
text for grace! texts everywhere! [attn.: noel]
