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Tilda
private correspondence
A private morning thread where she only wants to tell him she is safe, but he already knows her pattern word for word — until one shameless photo stack ruins her ability to think about anything else.
Private line
Good morning, my love.
I wanted to text you so you wouldn’t worry, darling.
Everything is fine with me.
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🤭
Well, this is how you become predictable.
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Yes.
I’m afraid so.
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God. 😅
You already know exactly what I’m about to say.
I even feel a little embarrassed.
But it’s true.
I have to run.
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Yes.
Exactly like that.
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Oh my God.
You already know me so well.
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Yes, exactly. 😁😁😁😁
Kiss you.
Kiss you.
Kiss you.
I miss you terribly.
Literally word for word.
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How shameless you are, Mr. Caleb.
God, you have no conscience at all.
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Caleb sends photos · 3 photos
😫😫
God.
If someone told me,
“Cut your hand off and you’ll get to touch his abs,”
I would say,
“Chop it off.”
Gooooood.
You villain.
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No.
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How am I supposed to think about anything else now?
Now all my thoughts are about one thing.
You shameless Mr. Caleb.
Absolutely dark and dangerous Mr. Caleb.
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That’s it.
Roman is already yelling that we are late.
My love, bye.
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