puppetnotes | blue-eyed murder in a size five dress...?

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Yeah, so.

My lady intimidates me sometimes. D:

I could have sworn I warned you about her, man. She's brutal.

Clearly, I wasn't paying attention in class that day.

Clearly.

I was distracted.

By the same thing you're "intimidated" by now?

No, by Liv. We were passing notes.

Maybe I should start doing what my teachers did and throw chalk at you guys.

Oh, come on. You wouldn't throw chalk at Liv.

I might. Depends on what's in those notes.

Hey, I don't write and tell.

Hope you practiced your duck and cover.

With dedication. :D

Things of interest, I assure you.

... I mean, uh. CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION.

Come on, man. As the mun says, secrets don't make friends.

In some cases, neither does telling them.

Touché.

;D

No, but really. A certain Van Halen song comes to mind.

... I'm going to kill you.