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DevianArt screamed like she had been for the past 15 minutes. Another 5 minutes passed and Tumblr had had enough. She slammed open the door, stormed towards DevianArt and screamed, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG?" DevianArt stopped screaming. She bit her lip and replied,
"Uh....nothing. Nothing is wrong. Nada. Zilch. Nothing." She smiled a fake smile.
"If nothing was wrong, then WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU SCREAMING?"
"It's just about Me and Steams relatio-I mean project."
"Did you just say relationship?"
"Uh...no I totally said project"
"You 'totally' said relationship. Well, you started to say it"
"FINE! I said relationship."
"So since you said relationship will you pleeeeeaaaase tell me more? Tell me more puhLEASSSSSE." And Tumblr wasn't being sarcastic. She needed more information. I mean, she is the best shipper in the world. She laid belly down on DevianArts soft, green, worn out couch and got comfy for the story. As DevianArt opened her mouth, Twitter opened the door to DevianArts dorm room, laid down on her blue bed on her side of the room and breathed deeply. Her bird, Tweet, flew onto Twitters stomach and chirped deeply. Tumblr laughed. "What's wrong?" She asked, forgetting what she was doing.
"It's Facebook! I'm tired of her constant whi-"
"WILL EVERYBODY STOP BARGING INTO MY ROOM?" DevianArt screeched.
"Uh excuse me, OUR room." Twitter replied.
To be continued...
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