"I hate people."
"It's three in the morning."
"So?"
"So I need to sleep."
"Well, I need to talk to you more than you need to sleep so...I hate people."
"I thought we established that, like, eight months ago."
"Whoa, we knew each other for eight months?"
"Yeah."
"Damn."
"Yeah."
"How did you not, like, convicted me of any first-degree murders yet?"
"Because, Serena, I think you're truly innocent. Ish."
"Wow, fantastic faith there...but I guess I would count on you for my alibi. Remember the story that we're sticking with."
"Serena, flying to the moon is not a believable lie to convince the law you didn't kill someone!"
"STOP POINTING OUT TECHNICALITIES, FRANKLIN. AND YOU WONDER WHY YOU HAVE NO FUN."
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me and my best friends have promised each other we'll be each other's alibis if we were ever convicted of first degree murders.
that's friendship bitch.
and a little lesbo love but everybody's a little bit queer deep down.
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