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Most of my friends hate him, or at least dislike him, and this makes me sad, because he's probably the person I hang out with most offline.
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| Hey, Brooke, wanna go to Doomy's tonight? | |
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| Sure, just lemme get a shower and change, I'll meet you at six. | |
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David and I are the Co-founders/Co-leaders/Co-presidents of the Dr Pepper Cult, and Crystal is our favorite waitres. One time when we went to Doomy's after auditions for Bye Bye Birdie, he spilled....
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| Alright, I'll order you one and talk to Crystal while I wait. | |
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| Cool, thanks. Maybe she won't harass you for spilling Dr Pepper this time | |
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Dr Pepper. She hasn't let him live it down since. Also, he calls me "you two" in reference to me and my ass.
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| Hahaha. Fat chance. I'll see you two later. | |
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| How sweet of you. Don't drink my Dr Pepper. | |
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