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EMILY: You *made* it, you mean.
JACK: That’s a filthy accusation. But it was magnificent. Admit it.
EMILY: FINE. It was pretty good.
JACK: That cuts deep.
EMILY: Are you always this insecure?
JACK: Only about my seagulls and maybe one or two other things that I can’t remember right now.
EMILY: If it means that much to you, then yes, it was magnificent.
JACK: You’re just saying that to make me feel better.
EMILY: Brb, just gonna throw my laptop out the window now.
JACK: Do you have anger management issues?
EMILY: Not usually. You seem to be a special case.
JACK: If I had a nickel for every time I heard that…
EMILY: What could you buy?
JACK; Nothing. I never hear that. I’m the least upsetting human on the planet.
EMILY: I feel like that might not be true.
JACK: On what evidence?
EMILY: Your Twitter account, for one.
JACK: Oh, you follow that, hm?
EMILY: Why are you saying that like you just caught me riding past your house on my bike to see if you’re home?
JACK: Because this is the digital equivalent.
EMILY: Is not.
JACK: Is too.
EMILY: So what’s the analog equivalent of a guy who Photoshopped himself into my pictures then Photoshopped in a stalking seagull? Is that you waving at me from your window as I ride by on my bike? No. That’s you hiding in my bushes and peeking through the window.
JACK: That seagull was not me hiding in the bushes. That was me standing in your yard, throwing pennies at your window.
EMILY: Pennies?
JACK: Rocks would break it, probably.
EMILY: Fair enough. Just got home. Gotta go eat.
JACK: We cool?
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