#jacksclarington

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[TEXT]: If only I could. What would you like, then?

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You’d think with a father like ours, you wouldn’t be so foolish hurt by words. I don’t particularly trust you, or your apparent skills in the kitchen, so I’ll bring food. 

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[TEXT]: Stop being a bitch. I planned on doing spaghetti.

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Stop being so a sensitive little brat. Remember, I’m vegan. 

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[TEXT]: Don't let the name fool you, Hunt. I'm going to ignore that comment about Vi. Yeah, I cook every night. The things you learn when you're living on your own.

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Jacqueline, Of course. How could we all forget your desire to be called Jack, Almost as simply as Alex. You in fact did quite the opposite, and didn’t ignore said comment. And what do you plan on cooking, so i can prepare myself for my death? 

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[TEXT]: It's our big couch, and Vi has work tonight. What do you want to eat, loser?

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And here i was under the impressions you were more man, than both your brothers combined. Vi. You haven’t gotten rid of that loose canon yet, sister dearest? Question, can you even cook, Jack? 

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[TEXT]: I'm in need of a brother to come help me move this couch from one end to another end. Please? I'll pay you back in alcohol and doggie snuggles. And maybe food. If you're nice.

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Move a couch? How big is it that it’s a job for more than one person? If I even show up to help, you bet I’m being goddamned nice, so there best be food. And keep the mangy mongrels on a leash.