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He called last night and invited me over.
I asked, "What's on the menu?"
"The usual. Pot. Nexflix. C'mon over."
So I went, and we three lounged around for hours, doing nothing.
I finally asked if they had a chance read it, phrased as Floating recommended.
"No. Not yet."
I nodded, taking it in, keeping my cool.
So I'll swallow it. I won't say a shitty word. She'll soon be in some goddawful production of Pride and Prejudice and I'll go like a good freind. But I can't help being a tad more bitter, in general.
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