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Ethan starts at the top.

L: Hello again!

H: Whose this?

L: Forget me already? I'm hurt.

H: R U Ethans neighbor?

L: Indeed it is. It's Layla btw.

L: Hope you don't mind, I got your number from Ethan.

H: Why would he give you my number?

L: I said I got it from him, not that he gave it to me.

H: Ah.

H: That's pretty fucking creepy.

L: Is it? I'm sorry. I'm not super in the know when it comes to etiquette around that sort of thing.

H: Arn't old people all about manners?

L: Lol.

L: I'm only 42!

H: Your literally twice my age.

L: Why does that matter? All we're doing is talking, and I haven't even gotten to the point yet.

H: O, so there's a point?

L: Naturally.

L: I want to ask what happened with Ethan. If that's okay.

H: It's kind of not.

L: I figured you'd say that, but before you completely shut me down let me just say Ethan is hurting quite a bit. Something happened between the two of you, and if you have any interest in helping him, you should talk to me.

H: Y should I talk to you?

L: Because I'm an old family friend who has Ethan's best interests at heart. And one who keeps a very open mind.

H: More like you want to fuck him.

L: Well, he is very cute. <3

H: Wow, so you admit it?

H: That you want to fuck him?

L: Honestly? Sure, why not? But that doesn't mean I'm not interested in helping him, and I think you're the best bet I have.

H: Fucking cougar.

L: I am what I am. But I promise you, I just want to help.

H: Fine.

The next chunk of messages is an in-depth recounting of quite a bit of information, with Heather seemingly telling Layla pretty much everything.