...wet your pants? Sure. No problem.— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
I don’t think mom knows about Twitter. Frankly, I didn’t think you did, either.— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
Yes, and I left out the part about you wetting your pants there, too.— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
If you say it often enough, does it become true? Also, do you have a point here someplace?— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
I’m working on it. Some of us have lives, you know. Shouldn’t you be making a sandwich or putting cheese on a cracker or something?— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
I believe there’s a couple of pregnant ladies in Albuquerque who enjoyed the first two books, if that’s what you mean?— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
Don’t make me block you. And you’re no longer allowed to use emojis. It’s just too weird.— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
I did not. I just opened my mind to less restrictive points of view. And you’re getting ahead of yourself.— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
I guess. At least more so than “Melody Jackson v. the General Premise of the Book”— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
Sure thing...now why don’t you go back to writing your Atari game reviews and stop tweeting me about this. IT’S IN THE WORKS!!— Melody Jackson (@mjathols) July 20, 2017
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