Page 69 of Cookout Carnage

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Sherilyn Boden: No, they all left like I did. They’re scattered all over the States.

Tristan Fawcett-Underwood: What about friends from work?

Sherilyn Boden: I get on with everyone, sure. I just don’t hang out with them outside of work.

Tristan Fawcett-Underwood: I hope you consider me a friend?

Sherilyn Boden: I do.

Sherilyn Boden: I think you’re my best friend.

Tristan Fawcett-Underwood: And you’re mine, Hot Sauce.

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NOW

Tris:Hey, Hot Sauce. You there?

Sherilyn: Yepadoodle!

Tris: Fabadoodle!

Sherilyn: Are you mocking my sunny and upbeat personality?

Tris: Definitelynotadoodle!

Sherilyn: Doofus.

Tris: Present and correct.

Sherilyn: What do you want, Mr Doofus? I’m eating lunch.

Tris: Does it contain hot sauce?

Sherilyn: Do bears s**t in the woods?

Tris: I d**’t know as th*re are n* bears in the U*.

Sherilyn: This is my W*RK phone!

Tris: W**K needs at least two asterisks, surely?

Sherilyn: Facepalm.

Tris: How’s Midway?

Sherilyn: Just as I left it. I’m in the diner at the moment, hiding from Fourth of July preparation overload at home.

Tris: Sounds awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Sherilyn: Excuse me?

Tris: I’ll see you tomorrow.

Sherilyn: Where?!

Tris: In Midway.

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