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Text to: Jordan
hey come outside
hey come outside
Horace had paused in plinking rocks at Jordan's window to actually text him. His tent was strapped to the top of his backpack, he had a couple of blankets inside as well as a few snacks and large thermos full of hot coffee. He was ready. Horace hoped Jordan was, too. A keycode was required to get inside Jordan's complex and Horace had forgotten to ask - plus, it was kind of fun to toss pebbles at what he was pretty sure was Jordan's window. Even if he missed a lot.
He picked up another pebble (made sure to pick small ones - he wasn't about to break a window) and tossed it up. Clink,