[Repost what?]

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[The post you wrote for after Evan got brainfreeze. It dind't save for some reason.]

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[Okie dokie.] "Ugh." Gerard moaned. "I get those too. It's weird, I only get those when I eat icecream, not malts." Gerard took a sip of his malt. Gerard looked in his contacts list and saw 'Evan'. He touched the scream an it opened up. All of Evan's information appeared on the scream. He excited out of it, and dug his phone back into his pocket. He brushed his bright, red-dyed hair with his finger types, out of his face.

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Evan noticed Gerard check the contact out of the corner of his eye, and smirked to himself. His own phone buzzed. Lissy telling him to get home. "Oh wow, it's six o'clock!" Evan exclaimed. "And we left our cars at school. We're gonna have to walk back." He picked up his drink, now a lump in his stomach. He knew he'd have to leave Gerard soon, and didn't really want to.

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"Why what happens at six o'clock?" Gerard asked simultaniously walking next to Evan. He took a drink of his malt and eyed Evan. [UGH. I hate when I have writer's block.]

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[Crap, so do I.] "Ohhh," Evan said nonchalantly. "Lissy just wanted me home early today. I loveher, but she's real strict on curfews...when she sets them." Evan didn't want to show how reluctant he was to leave, so he added, "Also, I kinda want to get home and work on my newest painting." Crap..I hope that didn't sound too show offy. he thought. I don't want to look like a snob...

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"How old is Lissy?" Gerard asked. He went to go take another drink, but all he made was a sucking noise. Gerard shooked the cup slightly, but he heard nothing. He just held on to it. He unmindedly foddled with the aglet on his hoodie. He looked off into the twilight. The sky was streaked with pink, orange, and purple. It looked like a beautiful painting. The type that Evan would compose. He thought.

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[This is gonna suck...but KW has a grudge against you. Your post didn't save. I saw it in the newsfeed, but it's not here. D;

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"How old is Lizzy? I keep thinking she's like an a pre-schooler, or something like that." Gerard went to take a drink from his malt. All he made was a sucking noise. He shook the cup slightly and heard nothing. He lowered the cup and held on to it. Gerard looked into the twilight. It was simply beautiful; The sky was streaked with pink, orange, and purple. It looked like a tantalizing canvas. The kind that Evan would compose. Gerard secretly thought to himself.

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[It still won't save. D: I reposted it like, three times. OH! I KNOW HOW YOU CAN SEE IT! Just click on how many of board post I have and you should see it.]

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