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TEXTS ✉ BRITTANY ⇄ SANTANA

Santana: Okay good, I got scared that I'd have to reestabilish my main hoe status.

Brittany: Your main hoe status is firmly in place, princess. ;)

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Santana: Mostly hot as fuck right?

Brittany: Of course, sexy. You know you get me hot and bothered.

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Santana: I'm precious to you? not even hot ass?

Brittany: You're both, silly.

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Santana: I feel like I should feel that this is my bad influence on you, but really you're just a possessive bitch all on your own.

Brittany: I'm only possessive of things that are precious to me.

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Santana: Neither do I, but we can't expect all our exes to stay sane and now start shit the second we refuse an orgasm or five.

Brittany: I want to slap her around the prison a few times.

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Santana: You're not helping, Britts.

Brittany: I'm sorry. I just don't like being away from you.

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Santana: Damn right I am.

Brittany: A stud that I want to kiss right now.

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Santana: More like I got banged by you, really. They just assume I'm a stud.

Brittany: You are a stud, babe.

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Santana: Cause they think I banged you and you're hot, basically.

Brittany: Well, you did bang me. :P Lucky girl.

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Santana: I don't know, I've been hi fived by 5 butches today. HI FIVED IN PRISON, BRITTANy.

Brittany: Why are they high fiving you?!

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Brittany: Baby, I miss you so much. This whole investigation is bullshit.

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Santana: Okay.

Brittany:

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Santana: I will, just don't make promises.

Brittany: You'll be seeing me at 8pm. And I will be kissing you and holding you.

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Santana: Please stop making promises that might be broken.

Brittany: Have faith in me, please? I'm going to be there.

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Santana: You don't need to be in love to have a husband, you'r engaged to a gay boy.

Santana: Yeah, me too.

Brittany: Not anymore.

Brittany: I'll come see you tonight before lights out. Promise.

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TEXTS ✉ BRITTANY ⇄ SANTANA

Santana: Sue doesn't love anyone but herself. I can't promise you anything, but I can try. That's all I can give you.

Brittany: She has a husband. Okay. I just want my girl.