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I SURVIVED ONE (almost) WEEK OF SCHOOL HELL

GOD BLESS

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Who else is ready to fuck up some shit?

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[he lights her cigarette first, then his, before putting it back into his pocket.] Fine, I guess. My old man's been disappearing a lot, but I guess that's normal. You?

'Course. [she pulls out a loose cancer stick as well, extending it for the lighter.] Other than your old lady, how have things been?

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I've always been a bit uneducated on this coffee thing, never really took the time to try it on my own. And "the wonders of coffee"? That sounds like it some magical, faraway land or some type of shit. And milk and sugar sounds good.

It is definitely weird, but I’m glad I get to open your eyes up to the wonders of coffee. You want milk and sugar too?

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Yeah, so we're the one's who supposedly don't have a brain, when, clearly, we weren't the ones who set a house on fire as a joke, which ended up killing two people in the midst of it.

Then maybe you should use yours more often, hon. If you have one. I’m never sure with you Greasers.

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The Fear by Ben Howard. 

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Thank God. [he takes the cigarettes, then pulls out a lighter from his back pocket.] You want a light?

It ain’t pity, we just look out for each other. I always got cancer sticks on me, though, kiddo. [she reaches into her pocket to hand over a few cigarettes.]

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Yeah, I know. And I think I'll take you up on that coffee. Would it be weird if I said I never drank it before?

I get it bud, I’m only kidding with you. You know I’m always here if you need to talk, right? Maybe you need to drink a copious amounts of coffee. I can make you some up if you want.

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That's fine by me. And—oh. I just don't realize when you use it...ever.

You can clean it up yourself is what I’m saying, Grease, relax. I use my brain plenty.

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I had no idea millipedes were such a big deal nowadays. Let me guess—they've got a thousand legs instead?

I swear, if someone tells me that a millipede has one million legs one more time, I’m going to pop a gasket.

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I'll pay good money to watch you wear that sock dress.

I have enough socks that you could probably knit them together and make a dress.

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I highly suggest catching some z's anyways—that's what I do, anyways.

So when are these headaches gonna go away? Because I’m ready to go into a never ending slumber at the moment.

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Her roast beef is nothing compared to her gorditas. And, of course, Les, it's just a little hard, that's all.

Just know that the offer stands. Your momma is my favorite, she makes the best roast and always makes me feel at home when I’m over and I want to help if you need it. And you know you got me if you’re feeling down or lost or whatever, right? I’m all ears, Stan.

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Booze ain't shit—you drink one bottle, puke your guts out then find yourself with a splitting headache in the middle of someone's backyard. 

Don’t forget booze Stanley. Booze is the shit.

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And that is what the tissue boxes are for. It wouldn't hurt to use that thing you call a brain, hon. At least once in a while.

I’m not cleaning up your snot, hon.

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Same as she's always been, I guess, which isn't really good or bad. But, what else has been happening around Tulsa? I'm pretty sure I've missed a lot after all these shifts I've been taking.

How’s… How is she doin’, Stan? Stressed, I guess. Nothing I can control.