Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Explosions.
Call me bitch, again.
"Why doesn't she love me like she loves you?"
Hmmm, what?
"That bitch."
Woah.
"Am I better?"
Wait, what?
"Am. I. Better?"
I don't know.
"C'mon."
Really, I don't know.
Relax.
There are no medals to be awarded here.
Don't ruin this.
Shut up and put that pinky where it belongs.
Pink tulip petals.
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