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Summer: The more time i spend with zach, the less times i think about ... God,
what's his face? Built like a bean pole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch
on his sailboat, leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend who cried over
and over for him until the Fourth of July until she decides she doesn't cry
over bitches on sailboats.
Marissa: Seth. his name. It's seth.
Summer: I know. I'm just doing this thing were I pretend I don't know and I have to
use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain.
what's his face? Built like a bean pole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch
on his sailboat, leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend who cried over
and over for him until the Fourth of July until she decides she doesn't cry
over bitches on sailboats.
Marissa: Seth. his name. It's seth.
Summer: I know. I'm just doing this thing were I pretend I don't know and I have to
use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain.