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| The next morning... |
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| I call Rex and ask him to meet me downtown for breakfast. |
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| He's real busy. |
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| "So, is she gay or straight?" |
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| I tell him the whole thing, how one minute she seemed gay and the next she seemed straight. I even asked her and all she said was "I don't like labels." Rex says label talk means you're completely gay. But then I told him how she asked me out but then started talking about plane food. Maybe she is gay but I don't think she's that into me. |
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| He still won't do the stakeout with me and I'm out of ideas. |
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| "Well, I'll invite her to the party and we'll see what happens there. Are you coming?" |
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| "Yes, and I'm bringing Jean-Paul." Well, duh. |
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Only if you wait for 45 minutes on my front lawn while I clean the house. |
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| "Ohmigod! That's her!" I scream. "Where?!" Rex screams. "That woman in the turtleneck? I normally despise turtlenecks, but she is super cute!" |
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| "Moo? Is that you?" |
Oui. |
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