Cadence
Elliot
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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"How do you feel about a playlist?"
"What? For the book?"
"Yeah. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Seems like a lot of work. And copyright issues."
"Well, I don't know. When we're bored we could do that."
"We should make ourselves a playlist."
"I already have too many."
"Aw, Cadence. You shouldn't have!"
"No, idiot. For myself I meant."
"How disappointing. I'll have to make us one then."
"None of that jazz shit can be on it."
"Why not?"
"There are so many other genres I would be more on board with than with jazz."
"Wait. So you're telling me there are other genres of music other than jazz?"
"Why do you literally always have a patronizing attitude?"
"Seems like patronizing is your new favorite word."
"You're a fucking twat, you know that?"
"I love you too. Time for bed, you have work in the morning."
"Bitch, so do you. Hell, I am your work."
"... Are you saying I'll be doing you in the—"
"Goodbye."
"WAIT! CADENCE, I'M JUST JOKING—"
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