That's better. And let's pretend the new one never happened. Do you hear me? It NEVER HAPPENED.
Now let's all meet at the Peach Pit after school. I'll save some seats at the counter so we can share our trials and tribulations with Nat over a plate of fries. Typical teenage angst like cults, drive-by shootings, and embezzlement. I'll be the one in the acid wash jeans and red scrunchie.
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