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Dean and Carmine are best friends.

He laughs, she laughs with him. She cries, he knows why. They have the pure kind of friendship, the kind I lack with anyone breathing the same air as me.

Dean and Carmine never dated. They do hug and kiss and cuddle. They've fucked a few times, too, from what I've heard.

They love each other.

But not that way.

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