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I'm the idiot who makes the cupcakes.
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New information.
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That's stupid.
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No one would pay $7 for one of my cupcakes.
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Really? 'Cause...
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Well, at least we know you're not adopted.
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So how'd you even end up in Brooklyn?
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Oh, I went on monster.com.
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Typed in "place where nobody
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from the Upper East Side would ever go, ever,"
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and this diner came up.
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You can't wear a fancy leather jacket outside