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Okay!

I think we all shouldn’t do any of our homework for the rest of the year.

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I’m into football, basketball, pretty much anything with a ball. 

Sundays are for football.

What sports are you into? I love football and baseball so I hope my son gets to play when he gets older

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That’s the way I see it too. Maybe I can ask if that will get me out of all of these sessions. Not exactly a thing I feel like doing.

Sundays are for football.

I guess they see the swimming class as a bonding experience but since you are bonding over q sport that is pretty much the same thing.

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That’s what i’m hoping, I would love for him to be involved in sports when they grow up.

Sundays are for football.

That’s still good man. I’m sure he will appreciate sports when he gets older. And that would be one of the many things you guys will bond over.

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He’s only a couple months old. I try and spend time with him when I can.

Sundays are for football.

Oh, how old is he? And yea, as long as you spend time with it, it’s all good.

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My son isn’t old enough to even understand what football is, But it’s an excuse to watch it all day long and spend time with him. Hey, Sam. I’m Puck.

Sundays are for football.

If my son was older, I probably would do the same thing, but I’m actually looking forward to taking him to swimming class. I’m Sam Evans by the way.

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Sundays are for football.

I’m going to take my future football star and watch the games. Who cares about a dumb swimming class.

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Jealousy isn’t a bad emotion to have sometimes. 

There’s nothing about you or your life that would make me jealous.

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You tell me, Not to tote my own horn but i’m kinda a catch.

What would I possibly be jealous of?

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It’s possible that when I introduce myself, I both said my name and nickname. I guess she decided to use my  name. Also do I detect a tinge of jealousy in your words?

That short chick who talks too much seems to think that’s what you go by. Only your Ma calls you Noah, not even I do it when I’m pissed at you.

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Since when is it becoming a thing? Plus hearing you call me Noah makes me cringe mainly due to the fact that it’s reserved for when i’m in deep shit.

That’s your name, right? I heard it’s becoming a thing to call you Noah now and I feel like, as the mother of your kid, I should be one of the chosen few who get to call you that. It’s whatever.

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Whatever. Also Noah? Well I’ll see if I can’t work on that, but no guarantee.

I do. It’s not.

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If you say so. My stubbornness is a quality that I have been told isn’t on of my best.

The word is consistent, Noah. This is why you’re so frustrating. You’re so damn stubborn over the most stupid crap.

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I don’t know the term. Yea,Whatever I say.

What? Whatever you say.

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I wouldnt want to embarrass him and his manhood.

Currently, I am struggling to put together two cribs

Spencer already offered to help, but you can come too and maybe compete with him as to who can put it together the fastest.

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I always choose the same, I think there’s a word for that. You know it wasn’t like that at all.

You’ve always had a choice. I always made that clear. You were last  night.

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Like I have a choice. I would never be the little spoon.

That’s why you’re still around. And why you spent last night being the little spoon.