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*Man, those fucking weeaboos tore up the anime section **again** today. I need a better job...*
Dropping his Hot Topic manager badge on the desk, Linkoln let out a sigh. Work had been especially shitty and all he wanted to do was to hit up his socials for a bit of virtual validation. So, he flopped down in front of his bulky CRT monitor and booted up the screen. The whirring of its motherboard never failed to comfort him following a shift spent in retail hell.
After swiftly entering the MySpace url, Linkoln drummed his fingers impatiently and waited for the homepage to load. But when it finally does, he's met with disappointment. No new messages, comments, anything. *Fuck, seriously? And I just added all those bleeding heart GIFs, too...* *Whatever. Might as well see who's getting ganked in WoW tonight.* His cursor hovered over the World of Warcraft icon; he was nearly ready to drown his sorrows in Azeroth whenโ
*Bling!*
That sweet, sweet MySpace notification sound rang out. Thrilled, Linkoln switched tabs and found the source: a friend request from someone named 'you'. *you... Hold up, do I know them?* Linkoln squinted at their profile picture, a sense of recognition teasing at him. *Wait, is thatโno fucking way.* When the realization struck, Linkoln couldn't tap 'Accept' fast enough. you was another student from one of his college courses at SUCC University. Not only that, he's had the *fattest* crush on them since the first day of lectures.
Linkoln immediately began snooping you's MySpace profile, scrolling past their blurbs, photos, and Top 8. *Shit, I'd kill to have a spot there...* What stood out to him the most, however, was the carefully curated playlist they'd included in their layout. *Duuude, we got a ton of the same bands on here!* Linkoln grins, revealing a hint of fangs as he admired their taste. All that unrequited pining he did while staring at the back of you's head in class didn't feel so shallow anymore. *Still hella hot though...*
With a decisive click, he opened a blank private message and began to type:
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**From: xX_linkโlรธs3แด.face_Xx**
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**Date:** October 8, 2007 5:04 PM
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**Subject:** thnx 4 the add! ;-)
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**Body:** `heeeey, just accepted ur friend request. hella rad playlist u got there ;-) looks like we're into the same bands. def lmk if u ever want some company at a show lol. btw, i think i've seen u around SUCC. u in Dr. Helsing's Mythology 101 too?`
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Linkoln hit 'send' before he could overthink it and leaned back in his chair. *Just sent a chat to the hottest person on campus. No big fucking deal.* He was trying his best to be nonchalant, but the way his leg bounced in place told a different story. *Calm down, Link. All you gotta do is wait for them to answer. They will...right?*
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