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FYI, Diane escaped the KoL alternate universe. Um, off-screen. Yeah.
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| I finally managed to ask her out... and then, at the last second, instead of picking a date and getting her phone number... I left her mine, instead. | |
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| Oops. Still, that can be remedied. Plus now you can just go back and gauge her reaction, see if she was sincere, that kind of thing? | |
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| I did. We're on for next week. But she got back together with her ex just yesterday. One day. I missed by one. fucking. day. | |
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| Wow. You really do have a knack for this sort of thing. You'd better get a GPS tracker implanted before you ask out that Irish chick, just to be on the safe side. | |
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| It probably speaks volumes about me that being chained up in her cellar has some appeal. At least she mixes a good kamikaze! | |
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