“Can I come in?”
“I don’t think so.”
“We could watch a video.”
“I’m tired.”
“Please? I used to climb up and come in your window all the time, remember? Come on, let me in.”
“The window’s open, Perry. You never used to wait until I invited you. I wonder why you can’t come in all by yourself.”
“I’m being respectful.”
“Sure you are. Hey, what’s with the scarf? And how was your date Saturday night with that gothy college girl, what was her name? The one you told Bruce you were sure would put out? How’d that go? Asshole.”
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