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Noooooo, no. No no no. You're not sending me back to the boat. I did my growing up, learned my lessons, all that fun stuff, remember? You barely even remember everything that happened!

...No, hey, that wasn't an invitation for a stroll down memory lane, okay - you're not listening to me at all, are you?

Of course you're not.

I'm basically talking to myself right now.

You suck so much.

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That's incredibly weird.

But, uh, she's super smart, she's funny and she's blonde, so that's kind of... you know, weird, but. Her name's Gwen, I'm Peter.

....Blonde. Wow. That is definitely not a color I expected.

I'm Olive.

Nice to meet you. Sorry about the, you know. Weird.

It's not your fault, weird kind of follows me around. It's kind of ridiculous.

Trust me, I know that feeling.

Oh yeah? Have you found some facetwins of your own?

Not exactly.

Diiid your best friend's mom hit you in the face with her boob?

No, and I'm almost afraid to ask why.

I don't know, I thought it was pretty weird when it happened, and I'm trying to figure out what kind of weird you're thrown in with.

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Definitely not that kind of weird.

I'm absurdly jealous.

I guess I can't blame you, that sounds awful.

Almost as awful as their patchouli burgers.

What kind of people do you hang out with?

Californians.

There was your first mistake.

I'll have you know some of us are mostly entirely kind of normal.

Kind of.

[She holds up her thumb and forefinger like she's measuring a centimeter between them.]

All right, we're a liiiiiittle bit completely weird. But hey, who isn't, right?

Alright, alright, fair enough. I guess we've got our fair share of crazies in New York.

Whoa, you're from New York? You so don't get the right to judge, buddy.

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