My emoticons are all running amok, making dashes to cover up my lack of enthusiasm and my abrupt conversations.
My colons and brackets hug each other and sometimes turn their backs, offering my generous appreciation or intense grief over something that doesn't even affect me. The semi colons giggle and supposedly wink at something cheeky, that is almost always more crude than I'd prefer
While I have never stuck out my tongue in real life, my texts are crowded with my amusement. And I blandly fake confusion, just so that I can buy time to come with a diplomatic reply.
In the phony world of air kisses, mine comes from an asterix.
My colons and brackets hug each other and sometimes turn their backs, offering my generous appreciation or intense grief over something that doesn't even affect me. The semi colons giggle and supposedly wink at something cheeky, that is almost always more crude than I'd prefer
While I have never stuck out my tongue in real life, my texts are crowded with my amusement. And I blandly fake confusion, just so that I can buy time to come with a diplomatic reply.
In the phony world of air kisses, mine comes from an asterix.
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