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TT: Hey Jake.
GT: Oh, hello my friend! What’s on your mind?
TT: Nothin’ much. Got tickets for the tournament in Anaheim. They were like, 2 dollars. I’m broke now.
GT: Peachy!
TT: Only got one problem now.
GT: What’s that?
TT: Not sure my old rust bucket can take me down there. Really shitty planning on my part, but at least I wasn’t gonna use those 2 dollars on anything.
GT: Actually, that’s funny.
TT: I’m intrigued.
GT: My cousin was just popping down to Anaheim in a couple days. Would you have been leaving this weekend? Y’know, if your car hadn’t jammed all up.
TT: Yeah. You saying he should take me? Because I’m not really that thrilled about driving for 18 hours with some guy I don’t know. He might have some magical cocaine candy in his unmarked white van or something. Either figuratively or literally.
GT: Nonsense! I’m sure you’d get along just fine. Don’t you wanna see your game?
TT: I must admit, the idea of adventure is equally alluring and terrifying.
GT: That’s the spirit! I’ll tell him to pick you up once he leaves home.
TT: I didn’t think it was settled that quickly.
GT: Don’t you worry. You’ll have loads of fun. Besides, I’ll be alright without you!
TT: I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me.
GT: No! Not at all.
TT: You can tell me if I’m being too clingy, you know.
GT: You’re fine, Dirk. Go attend to your shenanigans.
TT: You sure?
GT: As sure as I can be!
TT: Guess I should start packing, huh.
GT: Right you are.