“I met a girl.”
“Dude!”
“I'm in love.”
“Where is she?”
“Over there. In the blue dress. She's
waving. Hi.”
“Uh, she looks kind of young.”
“She's twenty-three.”
“Dude!”
“I know, but it's different this
time! She's smart, and funny, and she's into older guys.”
“I keep going over this with you, we
have to be suspicious of everybody. They're looking for any weakness.
And this isn't even subtle.”
“She's not one of them! This is
real.”
“They're everywhere! They would love
to disrupt this... primary debate? Is this a primary debate?”
“I think so...”
“It doesn't matter! You know the
protocols. Don't go near her.”
“I hate you! I quit! I hope you slip
and fall in your dance routine!”
“Dude!”
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