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so grayson doesn't kill me. How do I flirt?
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Bat your eyes, flip your hair,
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Laugh at everything he says, and rock that cleavage.
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Thanks, bye.
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All right, bat...
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You didn't injure those during the crash, did you?
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Oh, no. Uh, they're fine.
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I was just double-checking, you know.
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"Honk-honk. Ah-oogah!"
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They're good.
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Well, that's a relief.
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It's hard to find a replacement horn from the 1930s.