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You can't do that now.

Says who?

You know, I take you in when you become a disillusion of romance.

I love you.

I nurture you.

I shelter you.

Feed you your favorite thing in life.

You can't even indulge me.

Okay, girl.

I'll indulge you.

Come here.

What?

Kiss?

No.

Closer.

Closer.

Oh, yes!

They're gonna make me *****!

Oh, crap.

So, how was work?

Oh, disgusting, as usual.

Well, are you up for ****** yet?

No.

Well, did you at least blind the asshole?

Listen, that's on tomorrow's list of events.

Oh, this is good.

Great.

My favorite.

Fortune cookies.

Fortune cookies.

Oops.

Oh.

Goes to flow. What does yours say?

Mine says, "Things change."

Maybe Ross will make up tomorrow with Amnesia.

Uh-huh.

That's funny.

Hi Lisa. Hi Jonathan. Are the chemicals ready? I'll go check. Thanks.

Come on, share it with me, Lisa.

You're gonna like it.

Lisa, you and me in that room 80 years?

Fat chance. Now leave me alone.

I think he's going for the world's record in rejected hits.

Can I have a hug?

Of course.

I can't believe this.

My best and my only work buddy, you're leaving me today.

I finally get you here, and then you take that scholarship in Italy.

Will you send me a postcard of one of those naked ladies all cast in bronze?

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