Drabble #47

“Dude, look, she sent me a winky face.”
Paul looked at his friend’s outstretched phone,which is practically rubbing the tip of his nose. He then looked at Sam. “What does that mean?”
Sam shrugged his shoulders while nudging Paul with his elbow. “She wants to fuck, duh.”
“Do you know how stupid that sounds?” Paul asked Sam who was crossing his eyebrows in confusion.
“Be happy for me, bro. I don’t get laid often enough.”
“You think every woman who smiles, sends winky faces, and likes the same shit as you wants to fuck. That’s called a coincidence, not DTF.”

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