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Soooooooo you might have to be the one who buys the... everything... for a while.
Hey big guy. I'm at the store. Do we need ketchup?
No, screw it, I'm answering that. We need ketchup. What about meat?
Oh god. Does this mean I'm relegated to produce and condiment duty?
I guess I should learn to bake. I mean, I got that mixer and all.
Now the really divisive question: what KIND of cookies.
Not really. But it's important. Also raisins.
Thumbs are currently busy handling my meat. But you seem to already be aware that I'm good at that.
I'm standing in the aisle with all the baking stuff texting. There's an old lady looking at me like I'm gonna try to pull a fast one with the bittersweet chocolate.
I'm making an executive decision that you're going to come see a movie with me tonight. Like, at a theater. Out in the world.
....but you only have to go if, you know. You want.
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I'm gonna go to the comic book shop and grab some stuff. I dare you to come.
Did that already.
Oh, you mean to the comic book shop?
Oh, you mean to the comic book shop?
I know the banana peel was you too, asshole.
You'd better get a job if that's the shit you're spending your money on, alpha.
I'm not used to not having access to a bank account that was so large I never even had to check the balance. This sucks.
Not paying attention in class, but I suppose we have that in common.
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