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Poppy: Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing June Elizabeth Morgan. I will find you.

Poppy: You don’t want me sending a gigantic rubber dildo to the office, do you?

June: You wouldn’t!

Poppy: I’d even address it to Mom with a note for you inside.

Kinsley: Remind me not to get on your bad side.

Kinsley: OMG! Ryan has the ball. He’s running his ass off. LET’SGOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Poppy: They said he’s a tight end and now I can’t stop staring at his ass.

Kinsley: But look at fifty-five over by the bench. Those thighs and that ass are what dreams are made of.

June: Goal!

June: Score?

June: Google said touchdown. That’s my bad.

Poppy: You should probably learn the basics.

Kinsley: What does Oliver think?

June: He’s enamored. He’s been glued to the game since it started. Every time Ryan takes the field he shouts “Daddy.” It’s super cute.

Poppy: Wasn’t that the girlfriend they just showed?

Poppy: Did he say anything about her?

June: Yes. And no.

Kinsley: Thanks for not boring us with too many details.

June: It didn’t come up and it doesn’t matter. I’m sure we’ll meet at some point.

June: I’m glad he has someone.

Poppy: BULLSHIT.

Poppy: When are you going to find someone? Seriously, June. When was the last time you were serviced?

June: You think I’m a car?

Poppy: Just saying. You’ve got to clean out the attic every now and then or you’ll have a family of bats living in there.

June: I don’t have bats in my vagina.

Kinsley: That’s a mental image.

Poppy: Was football daddy the last guy?

Poppy: He was, wasn’t he?

Poppy: June, this is sad. I’m not telling you to get married or jump into a serious committed relationship. You owe it to yourself to have some fun.

Kinsley: Just double wrap that dick just in case.

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