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You’re not allowed to pick on me, I’m in distress.

Ew, dude, this reeks. Where do you find this stuff?

I’m gonna pick on you when you’re on your death bed. We’ll all have to cope.

It does not reek, you uncultured swine. It’s so good. Here, I’ll eat some and you can come give me a kiss.

Of course you two got high. A bunch of delinquents. I didn’t bring my lactaid.

If we’re a bunch of delinquents, what does that make you, the man who is raiding my kitchen right now?

Sounds like a you problem, bring me my cheese.

Too much. Which is why I’m avoiding it. What’s in your fridge?

Everything. Alex and I got high and then went grocery shopping. I highly recommend the weird cheese I found.

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And that’s what you missed last week on Gossip Girl. Xoxo.

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There is just....so much to unpack here.

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The girls finally like me and I think it’s ‘cause of the beard.

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If it helps, I never liked you. Clean it up or something, you’re embarrassing me. Mark my words, my children will know proper grooming.

I’m glad you caught on to the allusion. Oooo, with the good glaze?

As soon as my phone is done charging.

Girl, are you new here? Of course it’s that good shit.

You got this, you’re probably the best that boy can get. Plus your hair looks great today.

Whatever, it’s your funeral.

Todd’s not allowed in this apartment anymore. Only when your mouth is closed and you’re in the kitchen.

Good lord child, that is bleak.

You can ban whatever you want but let’s face it, that boy talks. There’s a “make me a sandwich” joke in there and I would be mad but I brought home leftover ham from the restaraunt for specifically that reason.

So, when were you planning on asking him out?

It’s okay, go ahead and embarrass yourself. Uncle Coop will never side with you over me.

I promise. And ew, since when are you two so buddy buddy? That’s so messed up, best friends are supposed to oppose parental intervention.

We’ll call and see but I have blackmail and he knows it.

Good. Listen, Todd will talk to anyone who will listen. Also hey, I’m a cool dad, remember?

In my world. The world where you’ve always let me get what I want because you can’t help yourself and yet I still came out not a brat.

Jackson’s not difficult, Dad, he’s just reserved. I get him. And no, Todd knows better. He’s paid the price before for ratting me out.

Those are my good genes, you take after me. I can’t help that my genes were brilliant. But your genes need to hush for a second while I call Uncle Cooper.

If you say so, I trust you. He should be so lucky, god damn. Promise you’ll keep taking after me. Good. Todd talks so much and he tells me EVERYTHING and I mean everything

I literally just laid my claim. Dibs outdoes seniority.

… Yes. I like him a lot. And hopefully Todd’s not wrong and he doesn’t wind up laughing in my face when I ask him to go ice skating.

In what world, child of mine, has that happened.

...okay. So you like him...Jackson can be...difficult from what I’ve seen but I trust you. You told TODD? Please tell me you made that boy promise to keep a secret.

I think Uncle Coop knows one, so it’s just a quick call away.

I’m not having sex, Dad! And Jackson is… Jackson is Jackson. He’s a really good friend and I like spending time with him. I think… I think I may ask him out.

Uh, excuse me, I’m using Uncle Coop’s lawyer. Find your own. Seniority rules.

Okay, just checking! ...so you like him is what you’re telling me.

Maybe I will.

Ew! Dad! Ewwwwww!

Find yourself a good lawyer.

OK, thank god. I’m not ready for that talk...but I don’t trust your health classes for this.

Did you really think it was for you?

A boy?

It was my color, sue me.

....okay, smart ass. But...is he like, a friend? Is he...not a friend? Do we...have to have a talk? Birds, Bees, and Plan B?

That’s pretty close to what I got Jackson for Christmas. It’s a marshmallow pillow with a little kawaii face on it. He’ll hate it, but it’s an inside joke, so he’ll love it at the same time.

Ohh, that was for Jackson, huh?

Quick question, at the risk of sounding like the clueless dad, what is he?

Y’know, when you’re ouchere in these streets, you can never have enough socks.

That would be an excellent saying for a throw pillow.

The sheer volume of gifts I receive at the end of the year leaves my heart singing.

You shall not want for....there’s a lot of socks here.

Daughter. There’s more knitted things here. They went all out this time.

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