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After a day of hating myself a little, it least motivates me to prove them all wrong. 

I feel like they’re usually wrong, even generally speaking.

Father is American, Mama is French. I was born a French Citizen and honestly, I still think in French most of the time. I’m going to have to start teaching you more than pick up lines in French now babe. What about if when you’re craving sugar we just fuck instead, I know you’re really only snacking because you’re bored so let’s alleviate so of that boredom baby. 

Fine, you’re French.... American! Yeah? That’s your theory? Hm, I’m at least willing to find out if there’s truth to it.

Glad someone thinks so!

People gotta stop underestimating you, bro.

No… we want unavoidable. 

This is tricky. I want to ask why, but I feel like I probably don’t want to know the answer.

Cause you’re a good friend. And I appreciate the heck outta ya!

I appreciate the heck outta ya too!

I knew you’d get me. 

You know what they say, great minds think alike.

I mean if you have time to spend watching all the movies with me I wouldn’t be opposed to company. Especially since you are offering your copies.

I always have time for The Lord of the Rings, dude.

Which is what we don’t want…

We don’t?

Yup! That’s where I am right now! I love it so much! 

Oh, wow! I am not jealous at all! Are you going to Galaxy’s Edge?

You do that’s fair. I think you’ll find we were born in France so that makes us French thank you very much. Frosted Flakes are terrible at least make it honey cheerios.  I will find your stash you can be sure of that. Like I’d ever let you leave.

That’s so not how it works. At least one of your parents is American.... right? That would make you French and American. No! I like my frosties. And no, you never will. I keep it hidden, I keep it safe.