A(nother) Funny Conversation Via Text*:

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Scene is set: Alice is sitting on a tree stump watching her dog attempt to dig his way to china. The field below, which that morning was the place a small deer had made a sensational appearance and walked about before disappearing again, is empty, bar a single solitary chair sat - randomly - towards the far left corner. Taking out her phone, Alice sends a text message to Best Friend 0.5, who promptly replies. A conversation begins...

ALICE: No...deer this time. Just one tired girl and one dirt covered and extremely happy dog.
BEST FRIEND 0.5: No, I shot it earlier and ate it....
ALICE: What, all in one go? You greedy beggar!
BEST FRIEND 0.5: No. I saved some of it.
ALICE: Ah. That's better. Shame though; it looked lovely trotting along the field this morning.
BEST FRIEND 0.5: These things happen. I needed to test my new gun out.
ALICE: Well, yes, but couldn't you have shot at pigeons instead? I hear they are tasty too.
BEST FRIEND 0.5: Not the little suits that fly around Kiddy**.
ALICE: 'Suits'? Interesting. Is that what the kids are calling them, these days?
BEST FRIEND 0.5: 'Shits'. Bloody auto-correct.
ALICE: =laughs= This conversation is going on the Blog...
BEST FRIEND 0.5: Oh no.
ALICE: Oh yes. Come on, it's funny! My audience (of two, including you) will love it!
BEST FRIEND 0.5: Write about something else. The price of fish, for example.
ALICE: Bloody outrageous, is what that is. £4 apiece, the chippies are charging now. ...Can I really not write our 'deer death' farce up? Pretty please?
BEST FRIEND 0.5: Maybe. I'll consider it,
ALICE: Ta. X

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...Well, the end result is that he did consider it. And he agreed to it.
     And so, here it is.

Alice. X

* for those that don't understand and/or are offended by what we find humourous...well...meh. 
     =shrugs=
     As the saying goes: "bite me".
** short for Kidderminster,