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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘐𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘋𝘪𝘦 𝘖𝘯 𝘔𝘦, 𝘐 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶
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"JARED, I'M WARNING YOU. I'M an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting."
"Please don't talk about throwing up... It's not good..."
"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared."
"It's not good... It's not good."
Coach Finstock looks up from Jared and out to the remainder of the bus. "Now, the rest of you!" he yells. "Don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight..." He points to Charlotte and raises his brows expectantly. "What's making us late?"
She nods and after a few seconds of scrolling through her phone, she says, "Jack-knifed tractor up a few miles."
"Exactly!" the man exclaims. "We're not going to miss this meet because of a traffic jam, a minor tornado warning... Jared... We're gonna make this thing! Nothing is gonna stopus! Stilinski, put your hand down."
