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@jackson-myers

Jackson. 17. Don't talk to me.

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This old vinyl has some real bops on it. Good taste, Dad. Might help me pass American History too.

You’re already thinking of school?

@ Reese

Jackson: Hey. Feeling better?

Jackson: Wanna come over tomorrow?

Reese: Hey. Definitely better than before.

Reese: Depends. Are both your parents going to be home or just one?

Jackson: Both gone. They're going to some new place Mr. Faline told my dad about.

@ Reese

Jackson: Hey. Feeling better?

Jackson: Wanna come over tomorrow?

I just….one last thing.

I said I had Pibbs’ poop bags and I was totally bluffing, can I have one of yours?

Jesus FUCKING Christ, Todd.

Just…remember she likes you and shit, okay?

Are you finished, Dr. Todd?

…No.

Okay.

That and I also have two eyes and ears that….mostly work.

Am I fucking it up?

Honey, I gossip about everyone.

You ain’t shit.

...so she told you this?

Dude, I’m over here giving you a cheat sheet.

I know you’re not as emotionally….unavailable as you come off. She likes you, you like her. She likes action….wait FUCK Jesus Christ not like th-…..she likes when people show her that they, like, care and stuff. Who doesn’t, honestly.

You two gossip about me?

Dr. Todd, actually.

Okay so like, man to man on this one. Maybe….do it a little like……louder?

No, I don-there are….kind of tight pants. I have Pibbs’ poop bags but that’s it.

No, wait. But like, be honest with me. You like her, right?

What the fuck, Dr. Phil? Of course I like her.

Yeah…..No! I mean like…you and her….how’s that, like, going?

You wanna pull out a therapist’s chair and charge by the hour or something?

….so……..how’s Reese?

....you saw her, like, today.

Cool, cool. So, um…..let’s unpack that. Got anything on your mind?

Fine is four letters. There’s nothing to unpack.

Let’s have a little chat-chit. So….how’s it going?

...fine?

…you’ve emerged from your cave of wonders, I see.

That happens.

Ope.

Jesus Christ.

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