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Well, if she's gonna treat you like a baby
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then what choice do you have?
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You're 12 years old.
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Text me when you grow a pair, okay?
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Wait, Shea.
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What kind of pear are we talking about?
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Like, are we going bartlett, or bosc?
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My mom and I have been talking about growing some fruit trees.
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Which brings us to our one and only conclusion
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I'm ready to stay home alone.
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Oh, but darling, I mean the last time--
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Yeah, I know, I know, I stabbed myself trying to cut an orange.