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Bold – Nick
Italics – Alexandre

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"I'm really sorry I can't go to New York with you, André."

"It's okay, mon amour."

"It's not. This is your first fashion week where you're debuting your designs. I wish I could be there for your fashion show."

"Nick, it's okay. I know you support me and are my number one fan. That's all I could ever ask for."

"Still. It sucks. You know that I'd come if I didn't have to deal with the stupid project."

"Yes, I do. Honestly, mon amour, you don't have to worry about it."

"You promise you'll livestream everything for me?"

"What, like video call you? Yes. I promise."

"I'm going to miss you."

"Not as much as I'll miss you."

"Man this really sucks. It's such a big deal for you and I'm going to– mm."

"There. How many times do I have to tell you its fine?"

"Maybe if you told me like that more often, I'll listen."

"All I had to do was kiss you."

"Exactly."

"You're adorable. Oh– I have to go before my flight leaves without me. I love you."

"I love you too. Good luck with everything! I hope everything goes to plan, André."

"Merci, mon amour. Bye!"

"Call me when you get there!"

"I will, I will. À bientôt."

"Bye!"

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