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Mason: Where the hell have you been, Wilde? You’ve been MIA.
Aiden: We haven’t heard from you much. Not even texts. Did you join a cult? Blink twice if you need help.
Hudson: I’m alive. Thanks for the concern.
Mason: Barely. I’ve seen ghosts more social than you lately.
Dane: You guys want to hear something funny?
Aiden: Always.
Mason: Please, tell me Hudson did something embarrassing.
Dane: Oh, he did. I saw him yesterday, driving down Main Street. In a SUIT.
Mason: A suit??? Hudson Wilde? The guy who wears joggers to team dinners??
Aiden: Was it even him? Maybe it was his evil twin.
Hudson: I don’t have an evil twin.
Mason: Nah, bro, YOU are the evil twin. What’s with the suit? Job interview? You finally going corporate?
Aiden: He’s certainly pissed Coach off enough to lose his job.
Hudson: Very funny. It’s none of your business.
Dane: Hudson in a suit is everyone’s business. You looked like you were heading to a wedding or something.
Mason: A wedding? Hold up. Is there something you’re not telling us?
Hudson: Relax. I wasn’t at a wedding.
Aiden: Were you late for it? Because that tracks.
Hudson: I hate all of you.
Mason: Suspicious silence. Bro’s definitely hiding something.
Dane: No doubt. Hudson Wilde wearing a suit on a random weekday? I don’t buy it.
Aiden: Dude probably spilled coffee on his joggers and panicked.
Mason: Or he’s secretly in the mob.
Hudson: I’m not in the mob. And I don’t panic.
Dane: The suit begs to differ.
Mason: Be honest, are you in trouble? Did Mommy and Daddy finally punish you for all those times you broke curfew?
Hudson: You guys need hobbies.
Aiden: Bullying you is my hobby.
Dane: Ditto.
Mason: Answer the question : WHY THE SUIT, WILDE?
Hudson: You’ll never know.
Dane: Sketchy.
Mason: Extremely sketchy. I’m googling “Hudson Wilde spotted in suit” to see if you made the news.
Hudson: Good luck with that. I’m not telling you anything.
Aiden: He’s hiding something.
Mason: 100%. I’m adding this to the list of Hudson Mysteries.
Dane: We’ll find out. We always do.
Hudson: Keep dreaming, boys.
Mason: Someone’s butt hurt.
Hudson: I’m muting this chat.
Aiden: ?? Guilty as hell.
Mason: This isn’t over.
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