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FINN: Brother.

FINN: We missed out on road tripping on my actual birthday, so I'm gonna let you drive me around this weekend. I'll even let you pick where we end up.

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SUGAR: Monsieur Hummel! When can I come by to pick up my one of a kind creation?

SUGAR: And have you found a date yet?

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KURT: Is it weird if I'm friends with Sebastian? Asking for a friend.

FINN: Tell your friend, it's really fucking weird.

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KURT: There's leftover pizza in the fridge to soak up the alcohol when you get home. Have fun!

FINN: Two things. First thing. Why aren't you here?

FINN: Second thing. What kind of pizza?

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[PM] I don't even know what to say right now--that's incredible. Thank you. I owe you big. But in the mean time: are you coming with me? I wouldn't mind some company.

[PM] You’re welcome, and all you owe me is being happy. I wasn’t planning on going with since it seemed like you need some alone time, but I am never one to pass up a trip with a new friend! I can show you around the spa and tell you who to avoid. (We’ll also totally sneak in booze like Lorelai and Emily Gilmore, but with less fighting and more awesomeness.) 

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[PM:] ...Dildo island? Why do I get the feeling that it's a hair short of prostitution?

Private: 

According to the website, it’s just an island in Canada where you can go whale watching and shit. I believe that’s a front. You don’t call a place Dildo Island unless there are some serious shenanigans to be had.

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FINN: Where are you?

FINN: Out in nature without me? What's up?

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BROTHERS IN ARMS | FURT

FINN: This day came once a year. Always right in between Thanksgiving and the weeks leading up to Christmas. It was a lot easier to just skim over it and work through it when he had more to do at the store. But his workload was drastically smaller these days. It was weird not being the manager of Wiggly anymore, but still working there. It was even weirder not having something to occupy his mind on his Dad's birthday. He had spent most of his day with his mom. Visiting his Dad's gravesite and then going out to lunch with her to talk about him. She liked doing that. It was therapeutic for her. Now, he was going to drink with Kurt. That was his therapy. Making his way to his brother's front door, he knocked loudly with one hand, using the other to hold his bag of doughnuts. "Kurt! Open the door. It's your favorite... And only, brother."