Merrill: Hawke, What Do Idk, Ly, And Ttyl Mean?
merrill: hawke, what do idk, ly, and ttyl mean?
hawke: i don’t know, love you, talk to you later.
merrill: all right, i love you too, i’ll just ask isabela.
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