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Please enjoy the video. Saw them one day and thought they would make a great Plum Plot.

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Special Thanks to Kate Manoso for the help in creating this.

Text Message Break-up

I was chasing Matt Floyd. He's a 34-year-old man who loves to play with fire. That should have been the first clue to ask for back up. But no, I had to go after him by myself.

In case your wondering what's going on, I'm standing at the curb looking at my new Ford Explorer as it goes up in flames. That Dick Joe Morelli had the nerve to text me that he was leaving town. He couldn't even call me and he claims I'm his girlfriend, his Cupcake. I hate that name. I had Matt in the truck when I get the text. Matt used my preoccupation to push me out of the way and toss something into my truck. It was a fire bomb of course. So I ran and took cover. No doubt people will be betting once again on me.

"Hey, Steph! I just made $200 off of you. Thanks," said Eddie. He is so lucky I love him. Well, at least Joe's not here to yell and scream at me.

So you caught up yet? I'm about to go to my mothers. Let the fun begin!

"Hi Mom. Grandma," I said as I walked up the stairs. It creeps me out that they know I'm coming before I arrive.

"Nice to see you on time. Val will be here with Albert and the kids soon," Mom said. It's odd she's not yelling at me about the new disaster in my life.

Just as I stepped in the door, I heard Val pull up. I sat down with my dad and watched the Ranger game. My Dad never talks much but he loves me and supports me. I wish I could meet a man like my dad to love.

"Hey Pumpkin. I told your mom to leave you alone today. I figured you could use a break. Besides you need your energy for the party your going to with the girls tomorrow." Dad speaks and I listen. Did I tell you I love my dad?

"Steph, dear, help me set the table?" Asked Mom, so I go help.

Here it comes, the speech. "Steph, why won't you settle down with Joe and have kids. You could be more like your sister. She's the perfect Burg wife. Why can't you be like her?" Wow my mother's real asking me why I'm not a Burg wife.

"I love Val, Mom. But I don't want to be a Burg wife. I need to fly. I Love Joe, but he doesn't call me or ask me out on dates. Hell, the only reason I lost my new car was because Joe text me instead of telling me face to face that he was leaving town for a month on a job, but he could come over last night for sex. How fair is that, Mom? I'm not like you and Val. I'm. Not. Burg." Just as I finished talking, the dinner table was set and the food was out.

"Dinners on the table," called Mom, so everyone came in and sat to eat.

No one really spoke about my day and I was glad. Even Grandma refrained from commenting. I love my dad.

Mom got up to get dessert when my phone rang. It was another text from Joe

Sorry Cupcake. It's over. Found someone new. I'm Brakeing up with you.

"WHAT THE FUCK! That asshole!" I screamed.

Steph, that's no way to talk at the dinner table," my mother said. So I showed every one the text. Even Val managed to lose a little bit of her serene composure.

"You don't text message a break up. Hell, he didn't even spell it right. It's 'break' not 'brake'," Grandma said.

I was beyond pissed. So what did I do? I forwarded the whole thing to all Burg. He'll never get fucked in this town again.

What a dick.