“…We dated, like, freshman year, and it went really bad and to this day he still calls me a bitch.”
“What? Really?”
“For, like, a year and a half! His friends, too. And they don’t even know me!”
“Shutup! One, you are not a bitch. And two, you have never been a bitch.”
“I know. I’m, like, get over it, Small Dick.”
“That’s crazy. I’ll talk shit about people I know, but not about people I don’t.”
“I’m the same, yeah. That’s why, you know, with your story before, I don’t want to name names.”
“Why? Is it someone I know?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh my god, is it Lily?”
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