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Vines: I hate moving.
Thanksgiving: Moving, what moving?!
HairTone: You're moving?
Vines: Calm down, I'm only moving houses.
NoPlaceLikeHome: I hate moving too. I have so much shit.
Vines: So do I! I didn't even realize I had this much shit!
FiveHargreeves: That's usually how it is.
Tea/Lemonade: ^
HairTone: Why are you moving, anyway?
Vines: Rent got to much. I tried to help, but I don't have that much money,
Reindeer: That sucks.
Vines: Yeah, but the house we're moving to is nicer and cheaper.
NoPlaceLikeHome: When do you think you'll be done for the day?
Vines: We're on break right now, but about ten minuets.
NoPlaceLikeHome: How about we go to the park? See what we can do.
Vines: That sounds great. I'll meet whoever's going there?
NoPlaceLikeHome: Yeah, sounds good.
DrugDealer: I might just drop out.
Angel: Why?
DrugDealer: Math is hard, and the teachers aren't teaching.
Reindeer: School just sucks.
NoPlaceLikeHome: I feel like that sometimes. But then I remember that my dad would beat my ass.
Vines: Same.
FiveHargreeves: But then you'll get stuck with a job you don't like!
Thanksgiving: Probably pay really crappy too.
DrugDealer: I'll take my chances. There was this girl behind me talking about how she thinks
DrugDealer: her vagina has an infection.
HairTone: ...wow.
Thanksgiving: Wasn't she embarrassed?
DrugDealer: No, not at all. Just kept talking without a care.
Vines: Okay, but that low key gross.
HairTone: That's high key gross.
NoPlaceLikeHome: There was one time where a girl in front of me was talking about
NoPlaceLikeHome: having sex with three of her guy friends.
HairTone: People just do not care anymore.
Vines: ¯\(°_o)/¯