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That went well. Went berserk over
nothing. What do you think?
Once. It doesn't smell like boy feet.
Now what? Well, not that many options,
really. I could get you some punch or a
stale cookie. Or we could dance.
Just like that? Just like that. Throw me
in place people you love
just to show them.
Punching your fist you are.
Just be candid. Just because it was
grabbing back in this gym, it makes my
boobs. It's like I can actually feel the
dodgeballs nailing me in the chest in that
locker room. If you could bottle
humiliation, it would be that smell. Not a
lot of happy memories here, huh? At the
winter formal?
No, this is probably a bad idea.
It's not 16 years ago, Kate. You're not
that girl, and I'm not that guy.
I know. It's fine. It'll pass.
It's not like base is here to impregnate
me and reject me all over again.
You've gotta be kidding me.
What? What are you doing here? What are
you doing? Chaperoning. And I called dibs.
I was here first. Yeah, that's mature.
Oh, you're wearing a shirt that says tap
that. Oh, you're wearing a small garden on
your wrist. Why are you here? Uh, Lux.
She got this. I'll give it to her. You can
go. Yeah, no, maybe I want to take a look
around. You know, relive my glory days.
Glory days? Really? Making someone.
That's really a momentary live. What is
your problem? You are. Can't you just go
home? You get luck all the time. She moved
in with you. Okay, I suck. You win. Phase
one. Me zero. Can't I just have one night
with her without you swooping in? Fine,
fine. I'll go. All right. Let me just grab
a cheese cube for the road. Do you
want to get out of here?
Yeah.
Who lives for your love?
Who lives for your gift? I still remember
the dress you wore that night. Yeah, it
had all the scratchy, glittery parts.
Yeah, my mom told me I took a disco ball
with ears. I wanted to ask
her to dance, but by the time I worked up
the nerve, you disappeared.
Better? Much.
I always thought if my parents were
younger, they'd be less embarrassing.
Guess not. I'm learning. Anything
involving Kate Bayes in a public forum,
it's usually a recipe for total
embarrassment. It's funny.
No matter how much something seems to be
about me, it always ends up about them.
On the night of their winter formal, I was
conceived in this parking lot. Actually,
that's why your dad was so freaked out.
He thought I'd do the same thing to.
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