But He's Not What I Want

Ashley: My bed...it is so...dirty.
Ashley: Well not dirty, more like "dishelved"
Matt: hahaha
Matt: always a fun state for a bed to be in
Matt: did you get a box spring for it yet?
Ashley: Naw, I do not have the money or means to transport it
Matt:
Matt: the more you talk about the state your life is in
Matt: the more i want to whisk you away from it
Ashley: Aww.
Matt:
Ashley: I'm sorry, I don't mean to be such a downer or complain too much.
Matt: it sounds bad sometimes
Matt: it's ok
Matt: once yer done with college
Matt: maybe i iwll whisk you away
Ashley: Eh, I am sort of thinking it is best for me not to be in college right now.
Ashley: Maybe come back to it later.
Matt: well
Matt: hmmmm
Matt: a plan we must make
Matt: hmm
Ashley: I go to England and marry old rich man and take his money Anna Nicole style?
Matt: i take my re-enlistment exam this march
Matt: if i get it
Matt: i can move into town
Matt: sooooo
Matt: maybe after deploymeny
Matt: you come live in the hawaii!
Ashley: And you would be my suga daddy?
Ashley: You are not old or English, but I suppose I will settle...
Ashley: ;0
Matt: yes
Ashley: haha
Matt: but
Matt: i could probably get you a job on base
Matt: enough to get by on
Matt: as long as you gots yoself a sugar daddy
Ashley: haha
Ashley: I couldn't not work...it would bug me a lot.
Ashley: aww
Matt: that's why i said
Matt: get you a job
Matt: silly

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