Razi: It’s okay, don’t worry about it.
Me: I’m worried about it.
Razi: No.
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Mike: When you’re in New York, I gotta take you. It’s super shitty.
Becca: Yeah and you guys had to come save me because he was going to sing a song on his guitar.
Don: I have a date with the dance floor, so I can’t.
Me: Things have been complicated since then.
Quyen: When is it not?
Ally: Why would they do that to themselves? No one is too good for free food.
Me: Then we’ll nap.
Vishakha: First, McDonalds, then nap. Priorities.
Mojan: We got this.
Mojan: We cry, we have multiple quarter life crises, we move on and we look cute.
Me: And we charge forward.
Girl: What happened?
Jenny: I danced too hard and I couldn’t move my neck the next day.
Me: (dances and hurts neck)
Fabienne: You’re not Jenny Yang.
