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[becetongles]

Can not say I give much of a shit about taking part in this beta testing, but I will have to say one thing: it is downright impressive that this app can work on this phone of mine.

I did not realize that apps could run on flip-phones, especially when the internet usually takes nothing short of fifteen minutes to load google. Regardless, I imagine the rest of you have your overpriced and unnecessary phones and other suchlike devices, but for the sake of sating my curiosity have any of you found this app on things that otherwise should not be able to run it?

[Yes, he typed all of that on his cellphone, his flip-phone dinosaur of a cellphone. So, naturally, all his replies will take quite the while to reply. Mashing the same button over and over again to get a single letter takes time, after all!]

Comments

[becetongles]

Yet you choose to speak to me on here, and not in person. Maybe you like hearing the clicking.

Also, I am not harassing him, if anything, he's harassing me.

[heiresy]

I'm quarantining my room from all that stale smoke! I can't have my suits full of those damned, disgusting, unfiltered American cigarettes.

You should respect him a bit better... He looks out for us, you know.

[becetongles]

You have no taste.

I am respecting him. I'm respecting his ability to take a few playful jabs.

[heiresy]

I can see the dry-cleaner's cracking patience with me whenever I bring a suit to them now. Do you know how hard it is to get that smell out of fabric?

You're lucky he loves you so much, Estée. He could probably give you a few physical jabs.

[becetongles]

So then stop trying. The smell isn't going to stop, so just accept it.

And break his hip in the process, I wouldn't doubt. He's past his prime, and I'm still well within mine.

[heiresy]

Or you could stop smoking such vile cigarettes! Uncle Adamska may be old, but I'm sure his lungs are in better condition. He surely eats better than you do, too.

[becetongles]

Considering I eat your cooking, I would not doubt that. The eating part, anyway. I'm way more fit than that old codger, cigarettes or no.