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The system boots up. "This computer has been locked by Dumbfuck....Only Dumbfuck can unlock the system." He goes through the motions of entering the login credentials impatiently.

"Damn." He tells himself. Another log-in process to go through. If only he was perenially on IM. He should have selected that option before logging off the last time. Now he was wasting premium talk time since she would log off in some time. There was only half an hour left after which she would definitely log off and sleep. "Why the fuck, couldnt US be in the same time zone? Why does it have to be different in everything? The fuckin place has 5 time zones in itself. I hate that God forsaken country."

He signs in and immediately sends her an instant message without losing a second. "Hey, wassup."

Fifteen seconds and no reply, thirty and still nothing. Hes losing his hair and patience. "Are you busy, is this not a good time to speak?"

Finally a reply from the heavens, "Nah not really. Just preparing for tomorrows test." His hatred for exams just quadrupled. "So what are you doing?"

He had already prepared overnight for this question. He had a clever answer, which was flirty and not too suggestive. "Thinkin about you". He adds a smiley just to add to the informality of the remark and the relationship.

She wants to ignore the remark,but not completely. "Aww. So how did your interview go?"

He really doesnt know which one she is talking about because he had a dozen in the last month without any success and he thought he had already told her before how each one went. It was possible that she wasn't paying attention when he told her. Another possibility was that she was just so used him talking about them each day that the question came out as an instinct. He would like to believe the latter. It seemed more plausible somehow. Any case he had to confirm.

"Which one?". Her reply comes after a pause, "Floydian Tech." Floydian Tech was his first interview. He got his answer. He just replies. "It was okay, but I didnt make it."

"Oh I'm sorry. Hey listen, I gotta go now, need some sleep. Have to conserve energy. Need all that I can get for the test tomorrow. I will call you. Bye and take care." She types in great speed and bids farewell."

He feels the pressure of a good clever farewell, and he had thought he would have the time so he hadnt thought of this part the night before. But, this wasnt fair and he needed something fast. He couldn't so all he came up with was. "All the best and take care." He however needed to slip something past. "I really miss you. I really do."

"I miss you too. Bye".