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I'd be more concerned with the cat eating them if I wasn't so hungry.
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We'll worry about it in a few days. They'll be fine.
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Alrighty. *exits the house to retrieve a burger*
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*Leaves with him* Where should we go? Burger king?
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I'm good with that. *walks to Burger King*
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*Walks into Burger king* I'm gonna get a Whopper XL. You?
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BBQ Bacon Whopper.
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*sits down* Well, this is nice.
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Yeah it is. *eats fry*
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*bites burger* How are things with you? How's the girlfriend?
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Good, she's away for a week visiting family so I get a little free time. *sips Coke* You?
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I'm doing good. *Eats a few fries* My girlfriend dumped me a few weeks ago, but she can go to hell.
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*chews* Yikes.
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E-mail too. Pretty rough. *Takes another bite*
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*stops chewing* Wait whose house were we at?
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*Also stops* Umm…
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*looks out window* Should we try to find the owner?
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I think they'll be fine. We only locked the basement. * continues eating*
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Yeah you're right. *resumes eating*
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I wonder how my ex is doing. *Drinks Dr. Pepper*
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I've been told that Hell is lovely this time of year. *balls up burger wrapper*
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Haha! Nice one! *Finishes off fries* You sure you're okay, bud?
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*gnaws on straw* Yes, but that depends on your definition "okay" more than anything else.
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The midpoint between suicidal and shitting rainbows. I'd say that's okay. *Chugs remaining Dr. Pepper*
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Well then I'm okay, you might need a psych eval though. *refills Coke*