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| Say Gabe. I gotta ask you something. We've been together here in high school for three years. | |
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| I've never seen you wear pants. Ever. The middle of January, it's thirty below and three feet of snow, and you're wearing shorts. | |
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| So, like, what the fuck is wrong with you? | |
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