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xx: Why photo? That's too cliche, darling.
xx: I want to ask something a bit naughty. I don't want you to feel like I'm a creep.
xx: So I want you to drop me the clothes you wore to school today.
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xx: You wore a plaid shirt, right? I bet you haven't washed it yet. Drop it outside, at the back door. I'll pick it up and replace it with a box of crystal meth.
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Oh, come on! What kind of high-level creep can you be! Why would you want my sweaty-ass plaid shirt? You know, at this point, I'd rather give you my photo.
Even my baby photo, I didn't mind it!
Wait, the baby photo sounded even grosser than before, never mind then.
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Emmy: Fine, do you want me to drop it now?
xx: Yes, I bet Mom is already sleeping at this hour, right?
Emmy: Stop making it as if he's your Mom!