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Come on, this is bullshit.
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Goddamn it.
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Hey, Olive.
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Todd, hi.
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- Hey, you all right? - I just have something in my eye.
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Like a twig, you know, or a branch, or a contact, or something.
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- I didn't know you wore contacts. - I don't,
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which is why I was tearing up.
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Olive, hey. Let me drive you home.
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Do you wanna talk about it?
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What's to say? Everybody thinks I'm a whore...
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and for the first time, I'm starting to believe it.