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count twenty-three

"You fucktard."

"I apologized!"

"ASSHOLE."

"Fine! Let it out."

"YOU FUCKING PER-VERT."

"It's okay, get it all out."

"FUCKER-R."

"Mhmmhm."

"YOU DAMN FIREBALL."

"That's new."

"WHY DO THINK ITS SO HOT? WHY DO YOU LIKE IT?"

"Your greeting? Because-"

"YES, MY LAME ASS GREETING."

"Because it was the first thing you've ever said to me."

"..."

"..."

"Well damn, this is painful. Gotta go."