I can handle the schoolwork. It's the people I'm terrible with. So what am I gonna do, hide at home for the rest of my life? Be that creepy loser who never moves out of his parents' basement?
Dad I...I had it really bad. I somehow always manage to make it really bad. I don't know how I'm doing it -- it's a talent, really. I go in just wanting to make some friends and have a good time and I end up with...
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There's something I should tell you. Before...you'll find it in a nastier way.
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[It's the thought of having this conversation that made him give up. God. He can't look anywhere near his eyes.]
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There were some guys, in my dorms. We had...shared showers. They walked in on me there.
[He didn't have his wand, and look at him, he's thinner than some of your daughters.]
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By the way, before I forget, a girl called. Chloe.
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She's a friend. Did she leave a message?
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[ he won't even ask. youngsters. ]
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ok...thanks.
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