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Dane: Did you? Me: No, but we messed around. Dane: How was it? Me: It… it was okay. Dane: Just okay? Me: Yes. Dane: Are you being honest with me? Me: Yes, Dane. Dane: Sir. Me: What? Dane: Right now. I need you to call me sir. Me: Yes, sir. I’m being honest with you. Dane: Did you make him cum? Me: Yes. Dane: Did you cum?

"Yeah, why not? I'm just livin' for the hope of it all." I stared at him for a good couple of seconds before bursting out in laughter, not caring if I was loud enough to wake up the entire house. Did he just quote Taylor Swift?! "Oh my God! You just quoted one of Taylor Swift's lyrics. Do you know that?" "I know. August. Big fan." He winked, kissing my nose and I stared at him with my jaw hanging to the floor. I simply couldn't believe it. He was probably the first guy I know who likes Taylor Swift which was insane.

Make me say, "Yes" His every word in his every sentence is emphasized. "What?! Are you some kind of a chick? You're not pretty for me to chase!" Dylan knew it! This SC President would not agree that easily. Ulysses leans on the backrest of his chair and says, [Then, it's a no.] "Do you want me to expose you to my sister? That you have a crush on her?" Instead of getting anxious, Ulysses just gave him a smirk. [Then, tell her. Thanks for relaying the message.]

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Marcus says his name and Kane looks up. Half the folders hit the floor. Papers slide in multiple directions. One folder skids completely under the water cooler against the wall. Kane looks at the floor, then at Marcus, then at me, and his expression moves through surprise and embarrassment and something else.. something that settles into an easy, undefended acknowledgment of his own ridiculousness.. in about two seconds flat. "Great," he says pleasantly, to no one in particular. "Perfect timing." I laugh before I have decided to.

"No more secrets?" “Let me go you fucker idiot, YES No SECRETS AGAIN.” "Liar." "Maybe one or two." "haha, I know you that well."

"Bro, I'm here. You good?" I was about to answer when Tyler Morgan rushed over and casually threw his arm across my shoulders. The doctor standing in front of me, Dr. Holly Stevens, heard what he said and the scorn in her eyes got even worse. "You two aren't a couple? Girls these days have no shame. You call each other 'bro' while doing couple stuff." Tyler jerked his hand back like he had been burned. He stumbled backward and shouted, "What are you talking about? I'm straight! What couple? How can you say that?"

“You know it’s never too late to pursue that dream of being a standup comic.” He grinned. “Duke the Cable Guy’s gotta a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” “Sure, your catch phrase could be “I’ll get ‘r done… tomorrow.” “How ’bout this for a catch phrase? ‘Hey, Minus. Shut your Yankee mouth or I’ll put a boot in your fuckin’ ass.’” “Perfect, we’ll call Carnegie Hall for a booking as soon as we’re done here,” he said picking up the ledger. “Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?”