Uh, I don't know if we're supposed to be rating you, but probably a solid 3 out of 10. I don't know, your mirror's dirty as fuck. Um, yeah, your last name's Dickerson too. It's pretty weird. So yeah, 3 out of 10. What's up?

Damn girl, I got you an inhaler. Cause I heard you got that asthma.

You are a minor. ******, ******, ******, ******, ******, ******.

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Only you can figure that out cuz this isn't my kind of conversation. All I know is you look fine as hell. You got cake. I'm not focused on that though. You're fine. You look beautiful and well I'd hit. I was wondering if you could slide me a snap.