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MOM, THIS ISN'T GOOD. COME ON. TRY TO SIT UP.

OTHERWISE, TAYLOR WOULD GO CRAZY.

I'M HERE. I'M STAYING.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND. WHAT HAPPENED?

I'M NOT CALLING "LOVELINE." RORY, COME ON.

TEETH, THROATS, COLONS -- THEY DON'T HAVE THESE EITHER,

JUST TWO OLD FRIENDS HANGING OUT, THAT'S ALL.

OH, I'VE GOT MOXIE COMING OUT OF MY EARS TODAY.

SO IT'S REALLY HARD TO SEE.

I DON'T THINK I'M IN THE RIGHT PLACE.

YOU WANT A DRINK?

RIGHT. SO YOU DIDN'T COME BACK TOGETHER, HUH?

HE'S GETTING ON YOUR NERVES, HUH?

YOU MEAN LIKE "GETTING TOGETHER" GETTING TOGETHER?

AND THEY BROKE UP IN THEIR SENIOR YEAR IN COLLEGE

NO GROUP THIS TIME.

THAT'S WHAT I FIGURED.

YOU HAD BETTER DO SOMETHING.

AND MY CAR IS AT THE DEALER FOR ITS SIX-MONTH SERVICE.

OKAY. I'M GOING ON A RUN.

WE'RE DOING THIS, SO HOP ON BOARD OR HOP OFF.

I'M HERE NOW, BUT I THINK YOU OUGHT TO COME.

I'M GOING AFTER LUKE.

BECAUSE CHRISTOPHER IS WEAK, AND SHE KNOWS THAT,

OH, THE RIBBONS. THEY'RE ALL OVER TOWN.

I JUST HAVE TO GO.

THAT I MEANT IT SHOULD JUST BE THE TWO OF US?

THEN MOM'S BOYFRIEND.

IF YOU WON'T COME DOWNSTAIRS,

OF COURSE IT IS. I HOPE SO.

HE'S ALWAYS TAKEN THE REINS. WHAT DID HE SAY EXACTLY?

THIS WASN'T THE WAY I WANTED IT TO GO DOWN.

OR "HANG OUT." THAT'S BETTER.

BECAUSE TAYLOR WOULD GO NUTS IF YOU TWO BROKE UP.

THERE'S NO END OF KNOCK-HEADED BIMBOS

GIVE HIM A CALL BUT KEEP IT CASUAL.

SO, I SHOULD...

I EVEN HAVE RAW COOKIE DOUGH, FOR GOD'S SAKE.

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

UM, I DON'T THINK YOU'RE HOME, SO I'M GOING HOME.

NO. YALE'S GONNA GET MAD.

I'M WIDE AWAKE. IT'S YOUR FAULT.

AND TRY TO MATCH THEM TO THE RIGHT DOLLS.

I JUST -- WE NEED TO TALK.

AND HE WAS PASSING OUT RIBBONS LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW.

ONE GAME, AND THEN IT'S BACK TO BED.

HEY, LUKE, IT'S ME.

SO I THINK I'M GOOD FOR NOW.

GOOD. SO NEXT SATURDAY.

ARE YOU DIALING THE RIGHT NUMBER?

WITH THE HAIR AND THE CHIN LIKE HE'S A FOURTH BEE GEE?

I WANTED TO SEE YOU.

IS SHE PSYCHOTIC?

SHOULDN'T HE BE CALLING ME TO TALK

YOU LIKE HAM AND CHEESE, FRANK?

I CAN'T HEAR IT WHEN IT'S IN MY POCKET.

WHEAT CHEX IS SORT OF THE PUMPERNICKEL BREAD

I CLEANED UP, VACUUMED A LITTLE, SPOT-DUSTED,

* FEELIN' LONELY AND SO COLD *

COME ON. THE MORE YOU STALL, THE SLOWER I WIN.

SO ARE YOU FEELING BETTER?