m: damn you treadwell. i think you've got me by the short hairs.
a: i never lose.
m: we'll see about that.
a: well, you just screwed yourself, because now i'm never going to admit to being wrong.
m: like you would have, anyway.
a: whatever. i have been known on rare occasions to admit to being wrong.
m: i like to think that i am one for exceptions.
a: yeah, sometimes i admit to being wrong EXCEPT when i'm arguing with you.
m: the latter, and you've got a dinner party and your philly show tonight
a: i'm certainly glad that you pay attention when we're talking.
m: well, you caught mine pretty early on. attention, that is.
a: haha, you liiiiike me. you think i'm preeeeetty. that's right. i'm in kindergarten. what about it?
m: note to self: does not take compliments well.
a: i know you are but what am i?
a: eeek! don't tell him i'm here. i'm supposed to be at home asleep.
a: i mean, i WAS going to be home asleep, but i got talked into coming out!
m: i don't know. i don't feel that good about it.
a: psh. don't be a punk.
m: okay. i mean, i'll try, but i really feel like he has a right to know his friend lied to him.
a: oh, shut up. quit being a jerk! you're going to hurt his feelings, not mine.
m: okay. i might still tell him, though. i mean, this is a difficult choice.
a: okay, fine. you do what you think is best. if you need to tell him, then you tell him. but i've got pretty good vegas odds he's nowhere near as good a kisser as i am.
m: damn you.
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