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Tell fuckhead this is not over.
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Ian. They're gone.
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I swear to God, I didn't touch her, Kash.
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Oh. Thank you.
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His focus is math,
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and he wants to get into the National Merit Society.
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Got it.
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Also, I told Richie that your rates went up,
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so he's giving you $150.
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You're good.
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See you in three hours.
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Be out in two.