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“It seemed like a good idea, at least! I like Nightmare Before Christmas, at least so the concept seemed solid enough.” Balo just really was craving Christmas lately, it was the holiday that made her happiest, the one holiday her mother actually seemed to be happy during, one day where the turmoil of the Driskell house was easily swept under the rug for a few hours. “Really? I would love that! I really trust your judgment when it comes to the Halloween side of things too. You tend to be better at these things then I am.” She tried to, of course, but dark and scary really wasn’t her area of expertise. She was better suited for the cheerful, happy stuff.

Avery would be a perfect partner for decorating this tree, come to think of it. She should have thought of it sooner.

She nods when the brunette echos the thought she just had. “I wish I had thought of it, you’d be the perfect person to help me with this! You’re way better with darker things then I am. If you feel like grabbing stuff to add to it at some point, I’d welcome the help.” She was very well aware a good part of the appeal of Halloween was a good fright, something she was a bit too jumpy to appreciate for the most part. She loved dressing up and the candy, but she could only guess and try so hard to make the scary part of the tree actually spooky. She had no issues with admitting to that fact either.  “I’ve heard that it’s a really big eating holiday, I’m glad people get to enjoy it!” She probably wouldn’t be happy if her family suddenly started celebrating it seriously, given it sounded like the exact opposite of a holiday she’d enjoy, but she was happy that other people got the chance to do something they loved with the people they cared about. “Thank you, Avery. I appreciate it!” While she truly hoped there would be no need to punch anybody, the fact she had someone in her corner for this was something she truly was grateful for.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟGRINNING BRIGHTLY, AVERY couldn’t help the happiness she felt from knowing she was being complimented on her love of everything Halloween and everything dark. If you walked into her dorm, you’d know exactly what she was into and Avery, she was the definition of gothic punk and she was proud of it. “Hell yeah, I don’t usually get to decorate public places. Apparently I’m too dark for most people,” she explained, trying not to laugh. She walked over to the decorations, starting to look through them, thinking about how she could decorate. “The best way I think you’re going to combine the two is to create a lot of creepy and funky trees that look like monsters could live in them, a lot of black and spider webs,” she explained, picturing it all in her head. 

There were some items she had at home that she’d been wanting to put up somewhere and planned on getting it later to add it to the decorations. “I pride myself on being dark. My mother however, wanted the opposite and tried to dress me up in pink dresses as a kid. I still have nightmares about those outfits,” Avery explained, shuddering very visibly. Now that she thought about it, an incredible Halloween costume would be to dress up like a girly doll that’d been attacked. That way, she could put fake blood all over the dress and look like a zombie. As she pulled out lights and spider webs, starting to separate them, she looked up at Balo with a smile, “What are you planning on dressing up as this year?” 

Her stomach rumbled at the thought of an incredible thanksgiving dinner and now, she wanted all of it, perhaps on a sandwich. “I’ll have to learn to cook all of this and make you a thanksgiving dinner. I think you’ll enjoy it. And on that day, no one can judge you for eating so much. Honestly, that’s the best part,” Avery stated, laughing.

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly before laughing. “It’s a bunch of questions, like twelve I think? I read the first one and had no idea what it was talking about so I grabbed this lollipop and came on down to student town.” He said before pointing a finger gun at her playfully with his empty hand. Hearing her speak of the lollipops, he held the one in his hand up. It was one of those big ones you’d get the amusement park. “No, it’ll be like this. Filled with sugar and happiness.” He said with a smile, almost like he was advertising. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSMILING BRIGHTLY, AVERY sat down next to him. Her eyes moved down to the lollipop and unintentionally, her tongue licked her lips. She wanted that lollipop. Now, she was a good student, and while not many people knew that, per her intentions, she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not she’d be able to do this work. If she wanted that lollipop, it’d have to get done. “Okay, that lollipop is tormenting me, hand it over,” she stated, holding out her hands. Perhaps she could find other things to do to get more lollipops from him, especially if they were good. The girl was a sucker for good candy. “So, where is this magical shop that you get this candy from? ‘cause we’re gonna need to come up with a little system of me acquiring more of these. I haven’t even tasted them and they sound delicious.”

Her laugh definitely wasn’t appreciated, and he only narrowed his eyes for a moment before turning his head away to look down at the project instructions. Hoping that saying nothing would give her enough incentive to leave, he planned to just be as unresponsive as possible- maybe she’d just get bored. Clearly his plan wasn’t as successful as he wished for since it only seemed to encourage her. He resisted looking over at her when he saw her sit on the couch out of the corner of his eye, but the way he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip around the paper and his sketchbook made it more than apparent that she was already irritating him. “You know what else would stop me from finishing this?” He sharply replied, still not looking at her. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSCRUNCHING UP HER nose, Avery pouted, not at all amused by the sass and rudeness coming from the boy. While she knew it wasn’t kind to assume anything about anyone, she really didn’t think the boy would’ve been so rude. He definitely didn’t look like the kind that would have such a sharp attitude like that. But because of that, Avery was curious, wanting to know more about him. It wouldn’t be a good time to do it now, but that wasn’t going to stop her from investigating. Putting her hands up, she shook her head and shifted around the couch, making herself more comfortable. “Alright, alright, go ahead, finish. Hurry up though, I need entertainment,” Avery stated, hoping he’d actually agree to entertain her. She wasn’t confident in the idea of that, but she was that bored that she was relying on strangers for entertainment. Homework wasn’t exciting enough at the moment. 

Jai was headed to theater when he noticed Avery twirling scissors around her fingers. The girl had one hell of an obsession. Then again half the scissors she owned he had bought. He couldn’t knock his best friends collection. If she liked it well he just supported it. His brown hues widened when he noticed the boy in front of her. Shit not again. His pace quickened as his arms slipped around her waist. “Now, now beautiful no need for giving this poor fella a trim,” he chimed in as the boy quickly walked away. More like ran, but he didn’t really pay attention. “Avery is there really a need for scaring people?” he chuckled as he slipped the scissors out of her hand. Quickly spinning her around to face him. “Do I need to confiscate these?” he teased holding up her scissors. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟPOUTING, AVERY LOOKED up at her best friend, finding herself slightly sad that he’d found her, only because that meant she couldn’t continue twirling her beautiful scissors. “But why not? He’s an idiot,” she stated, continuing to twirl the scissors around. These were her new favorite pair of scissors and she really did want to find a reason to use them for something, especially something completely foolish. Her pout got even bigger as he asked her if scaring people was necessary. It was always necessary and it was a bunch of fun. “Yes! ‘cause it’s fun!” Avery stated, excitedly. But the second he took the scissors from her, she let out a soft whine. “Oh come on, Jai, that’s not fair. I’ll behave, I promise.” Avery bounced up and down, a pout on her face, continuing to whimper. “Please give them back! I won’t hurt anyone. And then, we can do something safe, ‘cause I don’t want to do homework!”

Lia felt the urge to laugh at that, but she also got the feeling that the darker-haired girl was very serious, so she was going to respect her and try not to offend her. That, and the blonde knew what it was like to have something so precious that you didn’t want anyone to harm it. Granted, hers wasn’t anything like scissors, but who was she to decide which obsessions were socially acceptable and which weren’t? Besides, she really did think it made the other unique, and unique, in Lia’s book anyway, was definitely a good thing; it made someone a lot less boring. “I feel like I should be disturbed by that, but I’m really just fascinated, which I’m sure is obvious. Also, I promise I’m not going to hurt them… I mean it,” she reassured her, her focus still mostly on the scissors as she continued to twirl them around.

The blonde didn’t even hesitate in answering the question. “In a weird way… yeah, it kinda does. I don’t know, it’s like… I imagine it’s the same as holding any other weapon. Kind of makes you feel safe, too, like as long as you’ve got them, anyone who tries to hurt you will be the one who ends up hurt,” she said simply, a grin forming on her lips as she thought about it. Maybe she’d need to invest in some of her own some day, if only to use it as a form of protection. “Maybe. At the very least, there has to be a girl around here desperate enough for attention that they’re willing to say yes to the first guy who asks, so…” She trailed off, as a smirk settled on her own lips. “That isn’t something people usually brag about, but I love it, because so am I…. and why the hell not? If it works, we’ll be doing him a favor, so can he really get upset about it?” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSHE’D BEEN OBSESSED with scissors for years and no one could understand why. From a very young age, Avery wanted to own every single pair she possibly could, but her mother didn’t want to indulge in this ridiculous obsession. Her father on the other hand bought her every pair she ever wanted, helping her create her collection. So now, with every single new pair she bought, she became even more protective of each pair. When then girl held onto them, Avery tried her best not to grip her own hands too tightly for fear something might happen to them. Laughing lightly, she was glad the girl wasn’t all that disturbed. “I’m glad. My mother thought I was insane. It’s just a collection, really,” she explained, her voice soft for once in her life. “They’re fairly famous in the indie film community,” Avery stated, keeping her eyes on the scissors, watching the girl’s twirl. 

Nodding, she appreciated that her desire to keep them close was noted. While Avery knew not many people could actually hurt her, she still wanted to keep the scissors on her, just in case she really did need them. “With everything going on, you never know what you’ll need.” A smirk formed across her face as she watched the girls walk by the two of them. There had to be a girl that would go for backward yankee hat. “There’s some shy girls here that giggle over sports boys. We just have to find her.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned her attention back to the girl again. “But how do we cut his hair without him noticing it was us? He’s either got to be asleep or drunk and both of those might be difficult during school hours.” Avery groaned, letting her head fall against the lockers, enjoying the bang sound and pain it caused her.

Oakley was just lounging on the beanbag when Avery came by twirling yet another pair of scissors. She honestly had no idea what was so fascinating with them. It was rather strange in her opinion, but then again maybe it was weird safety blanket or obsession like those who couldn’t stop playing with fire. However, the last thing Oakley was gonna do was ask where this collection arose from. She didn’t need to find her soccer balls all flatten by scissors nor her shoelaces on her cleats clipped off. “If you feel so inclined to give him a hair cut, why not? The mullet isn’t doing him any good.”

☆ﾟ*·ﾟHER COLLECTION OF scissors made her feel safe and almost invincible. Only a few people knew about her reasons and that was it. No one else needed to know, after all, it was for their own safety. A soft chuckle slipped through her lips as she plopped down in the closest chair. Her fingers stroked the metal of the scissors, looking up at Oakley. “The last time I threatened to do so, they put me in detention for two weeks. It’s got to sound like it’s his idea or else I’ll get in trouble,” Avery explained. She shook her head, really wishing she could just do almost anything she wanted. “What about you? Got anyone you want to make scared of you? I’m kind of bored,” the brunette explained.

Raising his brow at her response, he nodded. “That can be arranged.” He stated confidently. “So, if yes if I get you three?” He asked the re-confirm. He wasn’t expecting it to be that easy.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟA SMILE GREW across her face at the thought of lollipops. There were a few things that could convince her to do almost anything and a good lollipop was one of those. Crossing her arms over her chest, she pursed her lips, looking him up and down. “How much are we talking here, homework wise?” She didn’t mind helping others with their homework, considering on occasion, she found herself bored with her own. “And you better not be talking about those tiny ass baby lollipops. Nah, I need the good stuff.”

Latin couldn’t have been any more boring. Why she even decided that’d be an interesting second language was a mystery to her. Now her head hurt as well as her eyes watered from staring at her text book too long. When the bell rang she sprinted for the door. Especially before the professor handed out homework. The brunette already had enough on her plate. As soon as she opened the door her body collided smooth into another. Her hand reached to help whoever was falling, but instead ended up falling with them. As soon as their bodies hit the floor her eyes finally caught sight of who it was. With how they landed Charlie was practically in top of Avery with her hands on either side of her face. “Damn Avery, if you wanted to get this close to me just ask,” chuckling the brunette finally realized how close they where. “Sorry for knocking you over though,” @ofaverys

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ HEADING TO CLASS really didn’t sound like something Avery wanted to do. Her day consisted of mostly physics and the occasional physical education class. At that particular moment, that’s where she was going, clad in her hideous shorts and t-shirt required for this practically useless class. But somehow, she’d managed to put it off for so long and now, it was wreaking havoc on her days. She was hoping to find someone to skip with her. As she walked through the hall, she groaned as she heard the bell ring, standing in front of Charlie’s door. She hadn’t thought that the girl would be late. When the door opened and the two of them collided, falling to the ground, Avery couldn’t help but laugh. Her hands immediately went up, placing them on Charlie’s arms. “It turns out I didn’t have to ask and now, I’ve gotten lucky. It’s a shame we have to move from this position,” she explained, chuckling softly to herself. Shaking her head, Avery winked. “You can knock me over any time, especially when I’m supposed to be in class I don’t want to be in.”

“It sounded like you were preoccupied this morning, so I didn’t find the need to run my outfit options by you this morning,” she said readjusting the neckline of her dress. “Thank, by the way.” Never in a million years would she have willingly roomed with a Luxor student.  Not that she cared so much about the history behind the two schools, but there’s a respect to school rivalries that she can’t seem to squash. Fortunately for her, Avery was an interesting being and exciting enough, so she kept things rather interesting. “Where are you supposed to be right now anyways?” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟHUFFING SOFTLY, AVERY pouted, glad that she could tease her roommate like that. When she’d found out she’d be rooming with a Carnifex student, she wanted nothing more than  to groan, grumble and complain, but she’d gotten lucky. Sasha wasn’t all that bad. In fact, she was fairly intriguing. “Fine, but I expect a fun outfit in the near future I can help with, okay?” she asked, giggling softly. Nodding with a small smile, she tipped a fake hat to her and leaned up against the sink. Her arms crossed over her chest, sticking her tongue out in disgust at the idea of class. “Poetry. She feels the need to speak in poetry the entire time and I honestly just want to scream. In fact, I’ve taken to childishly spitting spit balls across the room.”

Leo was trying to read the art project instructions, possibly the only class apart from Law that he would put any effort in, but it was proving to be quite difficult when he heard the twirling scissors and voice beside him. “If I tell you ‘wow they’re so great, you’re so tough and intimidating,’ would that satisfy you enough to stop bothering me?” She spoke all of three sentences and a couple of questions, and he already felt a headache coming on. It was like he was fucking allergic to human interaction. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟRAISING HER EYEBROWS, Avery looked over at him, trying to hold in the sass begging to be let out. She knew assuming anything about anyone only made an ass out of each person, but looking at the boy in front of her was taking everything out of her. You see, he didn’t look like the kind of person that would speak to her like that. And all it did was make her laugh. “No, it honestly wouldn’t. In fact, because you want me to stop bothering you, it only intrigues me even more,” she stated. But again, Avery understood the desire to not speak to people when she was in a mood. She plopped down on the couch near him. “You’re never gonna finish that project if you’re so frustrated. It needs calm and attention,” she said, looking down at her new scissors, stroking them.

Lia’s eyes sparkled as the girl offered to allow her to look at them, and a smirk formed on her lips at the thought of it. She’d seen scissors before, of course, but she’d never actually admired them or taken the time to discover all the different types there were– something that this girl clearly had done, more than once. She’d never met someone with an obsession with scissors and while she undoubtedly should have been frightened, or at the very least put off, by it, she was just curious and found it interesting. “I’d love to. I’ll be gentle, I assure you. And if I’m not, you can cut me with them, if you want. I’ll deserve it.” She tacked the last part of her statement on jokingly, smirk morphing into a playful grin as she carefully took the scissors, before twirling them in her own hands, studying the detail. They really were very nice, for scissors. Carefully, she placed one her fingers against the sharp edge, surprised at how sharp it actually felt. “You know, I had no idea that scissors could be this sharp. It’s almost like holding a knife, but more…. unique and fun.” She chuckled, before handing the scissors back to her; cautiously, of course. “Right? And I mean, he obviously uses a lot of product, which can’t be good for his hair anyway. Just cut it all off– it’d be an improvement. Hair like that is not something a guy like him can pull off. Lots of guys here think they’re so hot, and it’s obnoxious.” One in particular came into mind as she said that and she couldn’t prevent the roll of her eyes. “I can threaten to cut it, since I’ve never gotten into trouble for threatening to cut him so I’d get off with the slap of a wrist, probably. Okay but where are we going to find one of those though?” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ WATCHING HER SCISSORS carefully as the other girl played with her scissors. Her eyes stayed firmly on the beautiful piece of metal, praying the girl wouldn’t drop them or run off with them. If she did, Avery liked to think she was pretty fast. But looking at her, watching the emotions and the way she’d twirled the scissors. A soft chuckle slipped through her lips, glad there wasn’t any ill will or any judgement for having such an obsession with the beautiful pieces of metal before the two of them. “You better be gentle. I’m not kidding when I say I really have an obsession with scissors. They’re like my children, all of them.” Avery explained, trying her best not to cackle like a maniac while thinking about her entire collection of scissors. She didn’t care if that sounded crazy at all. They really were like their children. 

A smirk formed across her face, watching as the girl stroked the scissors. “It’s a beautiful feeling though, isn’t it? Feeling the sharp scissors against your fingers makes you feel powerful, right?” Avery couldn’t help but laugh at the response, knowing not a lot of people thought like that and it could wind up hurting her later, but she didn’t mind. Tilting her head to the side, she leaned up against her locker, thinking about what kind of haircut she could give him. It had to be good. “There’s got to be a girl around here dumb enough to think he’s amazing,” Avery stated, watching people walk by. “Should we hold up his picture and lie? I’m pretty good at lying.”

“He hadn’t quite deserved physical violence just yet. I mean, clearly he is lacking some brain cells if the best thing he could think of was to attack my looks and sexual appeal,” she said, making another silly face for the other girl’s benefit. “It’s not even my best silly face. I save that one for special occasions.”

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSIGHING, AVERY WISHED she could punch him in the face for insulting her. But that wasn’t the answer to everything. She was just a slightly violent person and wasn’t alright with men insulting the girls of the school. “Alright, alright. What do you suggest then? Just let him go?” she asked, gesturing off into the distance. While she knew this would be a good decision, that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to have a little fun. “Oh really? I’d like to see that sometime,” Avery responded, a smirk playing at her lips. “I’ve got a few good ones, but they don’t get used very often. No one deserves them.”

Elise let out a small chuckle, she’d never get detention for punching someone, it always had to be something that was quite large. “Apparently sending the the PE teacher’s wife his STI results isn’t considered being a caring neighbor.” The last part of sentence being emphasized with her hand gestures, chuckling lowly at that grand memory sitting in the Principals office. “Like, it isn’t my fault he got the herps right and dear wife didn’t.” Chuckling once more and shaking her head, letting out a small sigh like she was remembering something great from her childhood. “I’m always down for causing a little hell-raising, just no fires okay, that shit almost got me expelled last time.’

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSTIFLING A LAUGH, Avery continued to listen, finding herself incredibly amused by the other’s pranks. She always respected those that knew what they were doing and weren’t just doing it to seem cool. “That’s pretty genius though,” she stated, finally letting the laugh slip out slightly. Raising her eyebrows, she thought for a moment what that moment between the husband and wife would’ve been like. What she would’ve done to be a fly on the wall during that conversation. “I’m so proud of you, honestly.” Rubbing her hands together, Avery was glad someone was on board with a little fun. It tended to get boring around the school if everyone was behaving all the time. “Excellent,” she said, pursing her lips, trying to think of something good they could do. “Don’t worry, no fires. I’ve had bad experiences with almost getting caught. We do need to start small though. A good one is to always hide alarm clocks through the school and skip class while it happens and video tape everyone’s reactions.”

“He suits the tree perfectly too!” Balo smiles at Avery as the girl brings over the box, taking it from her to start looking through it. “I’m in a massive holidays mood, and with everything going on around here, I thought maybe some cheer might help bring a smile or two.” She explains, her grin only growing when she finds the Jack she was looking for to put on the tree. “But it’s Halloween and just putting up a Christmas tree wouldn’t be fair to that holiday, and since Nightmare Before Christmas is technically a Halloween and Christmas movie, I figured I could combine them too!” She puts Jack Skellington on the tree, glancing at the mix-matched tree. “I wish I had some cobwebs though, they’d go nicely. I did find some hanging skeletons though!” She gestures to the box at her feet and the Halloween decorations that hadn’t quite yet made the tree.

“Do people decorate for Thanksgiving? We don’t really celebrate it at my house.” They did when they had time to, of course, but it was a big day for her father business-wise and her mother wasn’t exactly a Thanksgiving person.  “If we do, it’s because of Maxi’s family. So I really don’t think about it much.” Either by the Driskell girls going to their cousin’s home or because Thanksgiving was simply a family event that year. “I’m just hoping nobody gets too upset I’m doing this. That’d be the opposite effect I’m trying for.”

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ TILTING HER HEAD to the side, Avery looked up at the decorations, trying to picture all of it coming together. She was more of a fan of Halloween than Christmas, but she couldn’t argue about Nightmare before Christmas being a combination of both holidays. After all, it was an incredible movie, one she always watched around Halloween. “You might be on track here,” she explained, holding the box for her while she searched for the skeleton. “I’ll definitely help you out. It might brighten things up around here,” she explained, chuckling. Avery wasn’t usually a fan of everything peppy but there was something about festive about mixing the two holidays that made her fairly happy. 

A soft chuckle slipped through her lips. “I wish you’d texted me. I have some in my room. Do you know me at all?” Avery asked, laughing lightly. It was safe to say that the brunette had anything gothic in her room. After all, she loved all things dark. For a moment, she just stared at Balo, completely shocked that she’d said such a thing about Thanksgiving. “Oh, it’s wonderful. I don’t really mind all of the thankful nonsense, but it’s that food that I love so much. Stuffing and cranberry sauce, please give it to me now!” Avery responded, giggling, letting her mind wander. She shook her head. “No, no, you’ll be fine. You’ve got me. I’ll punch anyone that’s upset!”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” Ronan said, letting out a quick laugh as he spoke. Despite not being able to see the sharp scissors she was speaking so fondly about, he could hear them spin around. Plus just her description and tone of voice alone was enough to give any reasonable person chills. Not that Ronan even considered himself a reasonable person most of the time– in this instance, he did. Pushing his sunglasses up a bit, he continued with another thought. “So what did that backward yankee hat do to deserve a haircut?” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟCHUCKLING, AVERY PUT her scissors back in their secret hiding spot, where no one would find them and looked back up at Ronan. “At the moment, you’re doing a good job of not, so don’t worry,” she explained, watching him for a moment, knowing he couldn’t see her. She was curious, that was for sure, but not curious enough to do anything, at least not yet. “But there’s still time. We’ll see how well you fair.” At the mention of backward yankee hat, she scrunched up her nose and gagged slightly. “He thinks he can just give me a flower and I can forget how much of an asshole he is and how he spends most of his time doing nothing but irritating me. I’ve already wanted to punch him five times this morning, most of them having to do with him slapping my ass.”

Attempting to disguise her amusement and undoubtedly failing, Lia couldn’t quite seem to keep her gaze off the scissors as the darker-haired girl twirled them. There was something fascinating about it— a little terrifying as well, sure, but mostly fascinating. “Oh, I love them. I may be standing a safe distance away, but I think they’re great. I just don’t want to get stabbed in the eye,” she teased, before letting her gaze move from the scissors to fall on the other. “I’m pretty sure I know who you’re talking about and I don’t think he’d look good even with a new hair cut, but it would certainly be an improvement. While you’re at it, maybe you can find a way to make the scissors cut out a new personality for him. Might make him less of an imbecile.” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟHER EYES WANDERED between her scissors and the blonde standing in front of her. Not many people could stand there and say they loved both her scissors and watching her twirl them. She had to admit she was rather amused, in fact incredibly curious by the girl’s response. Stopping, she flipped the scissors around, holding the sharp end in her hand and holding out the other end to the girl. “Would you like to see them? I do ask that you be careful though. I’m very protective of my scissors,” she explained, her grip on them a little too tight. As the girl continued to talk, Avery let out a laugh, a real one, something not many people actually got. “Right? I don’t know why he thinks that hair cut is actually useful to him. He thinks he’s so hot and I honestly don’t understand,” she continued, sticking out her tongue. But you see, she clearly understood somehow, ‘cause she kept sleeping with him. Non one else knew though. “I bet there’s another way to change his personality. I’ve gotten in trouble for threatening to cut him in any way. Perhaps get him a girl that actually likes him.”

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