It would be churlish not to - she said.
So I did.
Happy Birthday -- I sent.
You weren't supposed to reply and so promptly. You were supposed to just ignore me.
Ugh.
And with this horror of our formal names.
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Cost of sms - 22c [so for 50c we've managed to communicate for crappy bare polite nonentity necessity].
Chances of it being repeated on my birthday - nil. As well as being irritatingly formal with my name he never could remember my birthday. Git.
Just an ass with regal pretention.
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