“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?”

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Then we're going to NYU to see that improv troupe.

Okay, I guess we leave separately and then meet there? I hate being sneaky.

Luckily everybody here is dumb and you and I are good at lying.

What are you two lovebirds whispering about?

- Nothing. - Uterus nothing.

Geez. I was just joking.

I blame you and Dotcom.

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