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Listen, a girl's got to keep her options open

for when Mr. Perfect comes along, okay? Retractor.

Honey.

You need a little less Mr. Perfect, and a little more

Mr. Good Enough while you can!

You ain't gonna stay that pretty forever!

Of course she will.

Thank you, Dr. Benson!

(background chatter)

Find any good matches?

What are you-- what are you doing here?

Well, I went by your place but they said you'd moved.

Are you trying to avoid me?

Wh-- you went by my place? That is not okay.

Are you following me?

Well, you already have 5,000 followers. What's one more?

Spencer, I'm sorry I ghosted you.

But I've already told you,

I'm not interested. I just wanted--

I just wanted to give you this. It's a lily.

For my lily.

I-I don't want your flower.

If you don't leave me alone, I'm calling the police, okay?

Hey, man, I think you're in my spot.

You must be Jason.

Do I know you?

(clearing throat)

My apologies.

I seem to have interrupted an evening.

It's good to see you again, Lily.

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(chuckling)

Who the hell was that?

Uh... he was-- he was nobody.

I went on a date with him once.

One too many.

Are you okay?

We can, uh, go somewhere else.

No, no, no. It's fine.

You know what? I just suddenly got a craving for pizza.

How good does greasy, lukewarm delivery sound right now?

It sounds pretty good.

Yeah? Awesome.

Let's get out of here.

Here you go.

Yeah.

It's okay. Some dudes just don't take rejection well.

It doesn't mean anything.

I can't blame the guy. I'd be doing whatever I could, too.

You would?

As long as I'm around,

you don't got anything to worry about, okay?

Which is pretty much why you should always keep me around.

Let's not let some weirdo ruin our night.

What weirdo?

(laughing)

(knocking)

Hello?

Man at door: Delivery.

Pizza dude. Pizza guy, yeah.

You know I used to play football, right?

Yeah, I'll remember that when the next stalker shows up

in shoulder pads.

You weirdo.

Hang on.

Fifteen.

Even?

Thank you.

No... thank you.

Oh, oh my God! Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Uh... help, help me! My boyfriend's been stabbed!

He's trapped--

(crashing) --Apartment 112!

You don't belong here!

(screaming)

(groaning)

No, don't hurt him!

Don't hurt him!

Spencer: I'm doing this for us!

(glass shattering)

Oh no! Oh, my perfect Lily!

That's not how it's supposed to be!

You have to forgive me.

Please tell me that you're going to forgive me.

I forgive you.

Good.

Now say we're soulmates.

What? You don't believe that we are?

W-we're soulmates.

We're soulmates.

I just... I wanted to give you this.

Do you know how rude it is not to accept a gift?

It's a lily. For my Lily.

You see... if I can't have you,

then no one will.

(breathing heavily)

(whimpering)

You choose.

(screaming)

(siren wailing)

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Lily: I really think something's off with my meds.

Therapist: Have you been seeing him?

Uh, not so much recently.

Um, no, but I still... I feel like he's around every corner.

I know that's impossible.

But I read that you can build up

a resistance to medications

after a while, so I think that might be what's happening.

Your meds are fine, Lily. PTSD doesn't just go away.

It's going to take time to adjust.

A new city, new surroundings.

Have you talked to anyone?

I talk to you.

I mean, have you made a connection with anyone

about anything?