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3–28 8:22 a.m.

JH: Today’s the day. Nobody fuck up.

FA: Encouraging

3–28 3:35 p.m.

JH: I’m outside her house. Still don’t think I can get her to go to this thing.

FA: Dangle Dylan in front of her like the snack he is

DM: Fuck off Felix.

3–28 4:03 p.m.

JH: She got into Yale.

DM: Of course she did.

3–28 4:27 p.m.

JH: She agreed. Party’s on.

JH: (Dangling Dylan totally worked btw. She ate the snack.)

JH: Don’t forget your black clothes. You can’t wear the same thing you’re wearing to the beach.

JH: I can’t believe we’re doing this.

3–28 7:18 p.m.

DM: Game is over. Masks and black clothes are in my duffel bag.

FA: My car or yours?

DM: Mine. Yours smells like Taco Bell.

FA: Does not!

3–28 7:22 p.m.

JH: It really does.

3–28 7:48 p.m.

FA: How’s the party going?

JH: She’s busy talking about herself. As per usual.

JH: She’s watching for you, Dylan. Better put on your flirty face when you get here.

JH: ??????

FA: He’s still driving, but I think this sums up his reaction: ??

JH: It’s hard work being the bait…

3–28 9:35 p.m.

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