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J: You know how cute you would look grasping my bedsheets?
T: No matter how much you flirt with me, I'm not making your bed.

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T: Please, sir, may I have just one
J: No, you may not have a knife! You'll poke someones eye out!

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J: Im quick at math
T: Okay, whats 37 x 76?
J: 24
T: Your not even close
J: But it was quick

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T: Have u ever read something so explicit that u feel like u need to go to church and stay there for a year?
J: Send it to me.

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J: Give me back my fucking hoodie
T: Not on ur life

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T: I've been professionally avoiding my father for years now, if anyone can help you; it's me

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J: Love ???? Don't know her

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T: What can I say? I'm just a problem that doesn't wanna be solved.

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J: Is it really a "date" if I'm kicking ur ass the whole time?
T: I mean...

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T: You'd better not be sitting there feeling guilty about saving my fucking life, u stupid fuck

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J: You every get overwhelmed by an urge that could be "dye your hair and move to a new county," or "eat an entire pie"?

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T: I turned out fine
J: This morning you thought a ghost made your toast
T: I DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN, YOU DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN

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J: Forget Netflix and Chill, I'm tryna HULU and Do You, IMAX and Climax, AMAZON Prime and Nasty Time
T: God, stop talking

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T: u know it's weird how British people say "lift" instead of "elevator" and how my dad says "you are a disappointment" instead of "I love you"

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J: Nope not having this. Not in my christian minecraft server.

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T: Ok are we actually friends because alot of people have been throwing that around lately

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J: If we're clever about geometry- which I know you're up to, no matter how much liquor you've had, you fucking drunk- we can fit the couch in front of the fireplace in the library

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T: This is not a date
J: I'm not sure I agree, Timato. There is candlelight, romantic music, and a heightened mood.
T: Being in the middle of a burning house, with candles melting all around us while some deranged criminal plays violin is not a romantic night out!
J: Well I think you just need to lower your standards

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