Fabienne: The fun times are over.
Me: No, no, no. No no no no no no.
Fabienne: No? Okay.
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Me: I almost cried. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.
Fabienne: You’re like constipated, but with crying.
Fabienne: I mean, he looked great. I was almost straight for an hour.
Me: I sneezed and farted at the same time.
Fabienne: Proud of you.
Fabienne: She’s like… heteroflexible? So like mostly straight?
Bessie: That’s a thing?
Fabienne: That’s a thing.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. Did I ruin it again?
Bessie: YES.
Fabienne: The straights have ruined it again.
Me: So you confused me with an old Italian guy named Tony?
Fabienne: I’m sorry, I’M SORRY!
Fabienne: What else should I bring?
Me: Your sense of humour.
Fabienne: Shut up.
Fabienne: This is such a gay party.
Me: What did you expect? You announced me as “The Straight.”
Fabienne: (shrugs and nods)
Fabienne: And I killed that presentation. In my pyjamas. In my room. Because it was over Skype.
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