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There must be some reason why you didn’t do it right away... Maybe you subconsciously still want me.

Yeah, right. I should’ve deleted your number.

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I’m not, I just happen to know how to appreciate that kind of pictures, that’s all.

Ugh, you’re disgusting. You’re so desperate, you’d enjoy anything that moves.

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I wouldn’t say that. I enjoyed them quite a lot...

Oh, shit– I sent my nudes to the fucking wrong person!

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“I have no clue what that is, but I’ve always wanted to be a sugar daddy. Bring it on...”

“It’s The Crucible. Not a script I’d usually go for, but there can’t be any harm in playing a teenage girl who has an affair with a married man for my first audition in a year or so.”

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I could've sworn you were smarter than that.

What’s that supposed to mean?

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“You just got yourself a partner, give me the script.”

“I just need a partner for reading lines. If you’re literate, you’ll do.”

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I wonder why...

Hey, no way. My mom said the same thing.

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You’re such a selfish little shit...

I literally can’t. It’s all my my digestive tract.

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Don’t play games with me, Ethan. Just share the damn thing with me.

I’m afraid I can’t do that Sir.

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I don’t care about that. Give some of what you had.

Because, I’m fun and a joy to hang around. And I can make homemade playdough!

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We can all complain about that, no matter how old we get. If someone tells you otherwise, they’re full of shit.

I know I’m not in high school anymore, but can I still complain about tomorrow being Monday?

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Remind me again why I hang out with you, please...

Do you think that aliens are real? Like, they could be watching us right now. Maybe from their little alien spaceship too. Just flying around in space. That is so crazy.

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Are you high?

I love bananas. Can you marry bananas? I think I’m going to marry this, uhm, flock of bananas. They’re so pretty.

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“That depends... What do you need me for?”

“Can I borrow you for an hour or so?”

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I don’t want you to get sick, Lucy. Why don’t you call Brit? I’m sure she’ll be up for it.

If you want me to stay I will. I don’t mind.

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Oh, shut up!

Wyatt is sort of an ugly name. Sorry.

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What makes you think those are cool names? You should name him Wyatt, that’s way better.

Yep. I dunno. I was thinking something cool. Like Zeus or Chardonnay.