Alicia: Dear Nicole K,
Hey, wuz up? I'm just sitting in Mr. Herlin's class writing you this letter! I'm passing everything! I still like Anthony. I miss him so much. You know who I think is cute? Carlos! He's mexican and he used to hang out with Eddie. Yes, I'm going to Funscape. Are you friends with Tony ______? He's so funny. Do you still like JT? Do you miss Austin? Well I gotta go. Please write back.
Love,
Alicia
PS - Call Me:
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Voicemail:
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Man, what is it with this Tony guy? Does he have beer-flavored nipples or something? Or was it that half-grown, patchy 'stache of his? Made him look hella-older than he was. Today, it would make him look hella-predatorish. My, how our priorities change. And voicemail?! As in, the kind where you had to call a separate number for it? How vintage! If you ever wondered what came before pagers, that was it. If you were REALLY lucky, you had your own line. But for the rest of us who just absolutely couldn't miss a thing you had to say, we had voicemail. You'd call in, and our outgoing message would have whatever the popular song of the time was playing in the background before we did our "Hey, you've reached so-and-so" speil. I remember someone had "Twisted" as their song. I'd sometimes call just to hear the song. Of course, I didn't have voicemail. I think there was a 10-friend minimum to get one, and I was just shy... of 5. Loser.
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