// Whatsapp: The Hyperactive Chat Room. 11 December 2011. 11am. //
Maggie: We were sooo wasted all of us, but in a good way.
Helen: I brought someone home. But he ran away.
Maggie: Who? What did you do to him?
Helen: I showed him my man-eating tendencies.
Maggie: Perhaps you're like a praying mantis who does the deed, then eats the evidence...
Helen: (sends booty call's pic to chat room) Be discreet, now.
Judy: Morning. Yawn.
Maggie: His chest is beautiful.
Helen: Indeed, he is very nice. So are his friends. If I knew he was gonna run away, I'd have gone for one of his friends.
Maggie: I woke up in bed with two.
Judy: Oh, Maggie! Lovely.
Maggie: They both snore. Now, the only action I'm getting is picking hair off my sheets.
Helen: He's gonna kill me. I hope he doesn't remember where I live.
Hyperactive: Why would he even go to your place if he intends to run?
Helen: He has a bf.
Hyperactive: Oh. Tsk. Classic.
Helen: I know.
// Ends 11:50am //
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