Him: Girl, I just looove washing your hair...
Me: Well don't stop, this feels great!
Him: Oh anytime. You know, we get along so well, you should be my fake girlfriend.
Me (smiling despite my disgusting braces): I should? Okay, I shall!
(Just then, a cute, skinny blond girl comes around the corner. She stares intently at him and begins to tap her foot.)
Me: Ah yes, and if you kick me out of this chair for her, I'm sooo breaking up with you.
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