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I was down at Quarter Up, the local arcade, when I met her...
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| Hmm. I wonder how inconspicuous I can be in an arcade wearing a hockey mask... | |
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| Sweet Jesus, where the hell did you come from!? | |
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| Well I was talking to your friend Jon and he kept mentioning you, so I decided to say hi. | |
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| Hmm...I wonder if he was praising me or- | |
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| He also said something along the lines of "conceited, elitist bastard." | |
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