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Olivia: Which one of you deadbeats sent my mom valentines day flowers?

Charlie: This has Lincoln written all over it

Lincoln: Shooters shoot

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Lincoln: Guys, there's a monster under my bed and its really ugly.

Charlie, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Peter: I hate Sundays

Peter: Boring ass days

Olivia: I do like them

Peter: I like them too

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Olivia: idk idc tbh

Lincoln: abc def ghi

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Olivia: Biologically I cant get you pregnant

Peter: So you hate me????

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Broyles: Fuuuuuck that is my circus… are those? Yep. Those are my monkeys. God damnit

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Fauxlivia: Bro dude homie man calm down

Lincoln: I'm your boyfriend

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Fauxlivia: How I reclaimed the word 'cunt' by being one

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Lincoln: Hey

Olivia: Hi

Lincoln: Random but.. are you single?

Olivia: Lol nah

Lincoln: Damn

Lincoln: That's so annoying I hope he dies

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Olivia: "You're so strong" thanks I literally have no other fucking choice!

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Charlie: Isn't it too hot for a leather jacket?

Olivia: I look cool.

Lincoln: You look pale and sick.

Olivia: Sick as fuck.

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Fauxlivia: The term girlfriend implies the existence of a girlfoe. This is a service i'm willing to provide.

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Peter: *poses for the security camera*

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Peter: Yes, I am smart. Yes, I am stupid. It's called being flexible.

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Olivia: whore outfit (buttoned up shirt and full length pants)

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Lincoln: Guys, there's a monster under my bed and its really ugly.

Charlie, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Astrid: Trying to maintain my swagful whimsy and optimism rn in the face of an anti-whimsy society