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Fuck off, dumbass. And leave me the hell alone.
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Aww gee, that makes me so sad. Really. I'm heartbroken.
If you think for one second that I have any pity for you whatsoever, then you are sadly fucking mistaken. See, the thing is, you're simply just not worth my pity, Dave. You're not worth a goddamn thing to me.
Don’t worry, you won’t be getting anything from me again.
You’re only being nice because you feel bad, because when have you ever been nice. Never. Take your pity elsewhere.
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Next time, don't get your ex-girlfriend red roses.
Hey, I'm the one trying to be nice here. But if you wanna be an asshole, then by all means, take your shitty attitude elsewhere.
Like that’s any better.
Yeah, whatever.
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I didn't burn them all you know. Just two.
Have a nice night, Dave.
No… you just made it sound like I was hooking up with someone when I’m not.
Right. Well, I— I have to go now.
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Sure thing, sweetheart.
D-Don’ slap me, ‘kay?
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I'm sorry, is that supposed to mean something to me?
Yep. I mean, really, what else was I supposed to do? Put them in a vase and keep them in my room? When someone's ex-boyfriend sends them flowers on fucking Valentine's day it's not exactly a thing they wanna keep around.
It’s just a friend, we’re hanging out and watching movies.
… You burned them.
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If that's how you're choosin' to take that, then sure. Whatever you wanna think.
Y’ make a good point.
Are y’ askin’ me t’ make out with y’, Ellington?
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Good for you, hotshot.
Well before they turned into flames and ashes I though they were absolutely stunning. Very nice color choice, really. Red roses have always been my favorite; they burn quite nicely.
Actually, I’m not going to be alone. Someone’s coming over later tonight.
I hope they were, I, unfortunately, didn’t get to pick them out. Otherwise I would have made sure none of them were wilted or had any sort of defects. They’d be perfect.
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If I did, do you think I'd be here right now? I'd be all over that.
Sarcasm, Mia. I don’. I don’ find myself aroun’ too many of ‘em. Do you?

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Right, okay. You make a habit of kissing drunk girls?
How could I ever? That sore throat y’ get when y’ leave is a better gift than the t-shirt.

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Are you gonna turn into a bitter, sad little man about all of it now just because you don't have someone to spend it with?
Nice flowers, by the way. They were very pretty.
Jill’s been the only girl I’ve actually celebrated the day with and that was… a couple years ago. Otherwise, it’s just like any other day except people are more lovey-dovey.
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And a lot less awkward kissing with drunk girls. You can't forget that part.
It’s like cheer camp minus th’ Prozac an’ Diet Coke.

I’ll join y’.
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I have more than enough to share if you really feel like drinking.
Lost my fake ID the other night, worst time to have done so.
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Well technically ti's not a party if it's one person, so join away my dear. We can drink and mope together.
Can’t join y’ if it’s for one person but if there’s room then I’m in.
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