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Okay wow. Is it really necessary for you to have your friends at work interrogate me about my current love life just because you are still hung up on how badly you fucked up? I should have known he was asking me on your behalf... and I regret not slipping in the details that would strike your memories once Bryan relayed them back to you. You know, the roommate's friend, the other persian from school, the ex-soul mate, the ex-authority figure. It's so satisfying to know that I haven't spoken to you in weeks yet I still make you jealous.