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Daniel and I have a very plain relationship. We're more or less acquaintances, and not really tight friends. When we do hang out, though, it starts off like this:
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| Hey, man. What's going on? | |
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Daniel and I have this mutual agreement that no matter what goes on, we're always being raped.
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| Not too much. Oh, I heard your dad raped you again. | |
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| Haha, yeah. The school principal joined, too. | |
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And sometimes, we just enjoy it.
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| Cool. Hey, listen, we're gonna go to an airport and get raped by a bunch of screaming women. You wanna come? | |
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| Sure, man. Lemme just go put on my fishnets... | |
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