Agent York

That's a good thing.

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...Wi-sh bit?

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Oh my god, York, drink some water and get out of bed if you haven't already.

Both, I guess.

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Never got in bed. Mm bed...

So good I don' know your dad and... wha's the other one?

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Good that you're trying to help him. I suppose.

But you might just be wasting your time. He's pretty dug in.

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Shooooo... I think I thunked it out, okay?

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Nuh uh. Still a chance. Not too far gone.

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D? Are you drunk?

...Let's hear it.

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I know myself. Trust me. He is.

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Nope. Spent more time with him.

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Only had two drinksh. But I thunked it out.

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Those must've been a couple of damn hard drinks.

Tell me then?

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TC says, he called them, they Long. ROcky things. From space. Like the game.

Point the firsh... Okay, sho there be pointies. Few. Patientness okay?

Point the firsh. He don lovesh me no way.

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...What? Uh... Not quite sure what you're trying to describe to me here, D.

I can be patient. A bit. But that first point is already wrong because he definitely loves you.

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Nah, nah, cuz, see... Ya see... Cuz he don't. Naw nuff. Luv sum nuff n ya help when make mistakes. N he didn't. Meggymegmeg does. Cause when I do wrong n Meg sees he tries help.

Maine didn't. Like... Like he don love nuff.

That's pointie the sec.

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That's uh... Right. I mean, I get what you're saying, but hasn't Maine helped loads of times before?

So, wait, hang on. First point is that Maine doesn't love you and the second point is that he doesn't love you enough?

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If one than two. See? Causeh he don't love meh. Not really. Jusht sex. Good shex. My pointies stand. See? Cause... cause see? Don't love me.

Which makesh sense. Cause all this. You wouldn't do thish to Siggysig.

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He does love you, that mut-sh is obvious. Or he did. Maybe still does. Just the sex? Really? You two? Nah.

Well... No, I wouldn't, that's true.

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Causeh love him nuff. You better Maine.

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Well I'm flattered, and I half want that in writing to Omega. Don't completely agree though.

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I telled you. Betta man. Causeh when Sig hurtsh and do stupid, ya love. Still love. Maine no.

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Maine's hurt, I don't think... Look, D, you're drunk off your ass. If this is still a thing when you're sober, we can talk then. In the meantime, do you need a safe lift home?

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In meh bed. Glasses breaker hash littles. In mah bed. With the boozesies.

But York, see, causeh see, seee causeh, itsh okays. Caush figureded it out. He don got love meh. Cause not loveble. See, all good.

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Um... are you sure that's a good idea?

Whoa, okay! I gotta stop you right there. You've said some weird stuff already, but that's just wrong. You're very lovable.

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