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you put on the study group's contact sheet was fake,
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which I just learned in the awkward conclusion
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of a month-long text message affair with a dude from Boulder.
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- Sorry. - That's okay.
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Just give me your real number.
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I'll cleanse my palate while Kevin rethinks his marriage.
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I'll give you my number if you promise not to use it
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in any other context than friendship.
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Uh... pass.
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Silencio, por favor.
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Star Burns... That means you.
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My name's Alex, dude.