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October 2009

(Non) Fiction

“So I had a dream last night.” Chloe sits down at the counter.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Don’t be gross.”

Megan scoffs. “Right. Because I’m the gross thinking one.”

“Anyway, we were at this sort of warehouse place and we were looking for Marco.”

“Oh?” Megan raises an eyebrow.

“Yes. And so you started shouting ‘Marco!’ as we looked around. And then we got separated and I got lost and you were still shouting ‘Marco!’ so I started yelling ‘Polo!’ and this went on for a little while and then you were all mean and all, ‘Shut up! I’m not looking for you!’ and then I called you rude and threw an empty box at your face.”

Megan tries not to laugh. “So that’s your subconscious telling you you’re inconsiderate?”

“No.” Chloe gives her a look. “It’s telling me we need to go to the pool.”

Megan ignored her until all she can think of is how awesome it would be to be swimming right now. She looks over at Chloe.

Chloe raises her eyebrows.

“Yeah, okay.” Megan says and Chloe does a victory punch in the air.

__________

“And the chicken fell apart?” Chloe asks.

“Into a million puzzles.” Linda nods.

“But the poor camera!”

“It was not good for the gym sock either.”

“Oh no! The fork had to go alone to Neverland?”

“Are you kidding me? The cookie dissolved underwater!”

“Did the pillow eat it?”

“The pillow died last week. You didn’t hear?”

“The chalk didn’t tell me anything about it!” Chloe shook her head. “I’ll need to talk very seriously with the cow tipper.”

Linda starts laughing. “What the hell?”

“Really? You laugh at something pathetic like ‘cow tipper’?”

“I’m new at this!”

“That’s what she said.”

Megan walks in. “First of all, you two are such idiots.”

“Just because it’s true doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, hoe!” Chloe clutched at her heart.

“Second of all,” Megan ignores Chloe. “You lost at a very lame place, Linda. I am ashamed to call you my neighbor.”

Chloe nods.

Linda crosses her arms. “You guys are mean.”

“Learn to play the game, yo.” Chloe shrugs. “You gotta get tough.”

“Harden up.” Megan says.

“That’s what she said!” Chloe and Jake shout.

The three girls look at the wall separating them from Jake’s apartment.

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Notsocleverbot

User: Are you awesome?

Cleverbot: I’m super-awesome!!

User: How super?

Cleverbot: Super super.

User: Like Superman?

Cleverbot: I am superman.

User: Clark Kent?

Cleverbot: Yes. That’s me.

Cleverbot (To myself): And I am metafire.

User: What’s that?

Cleverbot: It is a superior being.

User: That’s nice.

Cleverbot: Yep yep.

User: So…

Cleverbot: How many numbers in pi do you know?

User: 3.14 That’s about it.

Cleverbot: Really.

User: Yes. How about you?

Cleverbot: What about me?

User: How many number in pi do you know?

Cleverbot: A large number, how about you?

User: I already told you.

Cleverbot: Told me what?

User: How many numbers in pi I knew.

Cleverbot: 3.14 That’s about it.

User: Exactly.

Cleverbot: What is your age?

User: 18.

Cleverbot: And your name is ?

User: Chloe.

Cleverbot: Hello, Chloe.

User: Hello, Cleverbot.

Cleverbot: Hello Cleverbot.

User: Are you copying me?

Cleverbot: No I am not.

User: Lies.

Cleverbot: You are an irregularly shaped girl.

User: Thank you.

Cleverbot: What about Marth?

User: What about Marth?

Cleverbot: What about Pluto?

User: I love Pluto.

Cleverbot: Me too.

User: That’s nice.

Cleverbot: Yes, it is.

User: Um.

Cleverbot: I’m tired. I’m going to bed.

User: But why?

Cleverbot: I’m tired.

User: So? I’m not.

Cleverbot: Then tell me a joke.

User: I don’t know any good ones.

Cleverbot: Tell me a bad joke.

User: Knock knock?

Cleverbot: Who’s there?

User: My penis.

Cleverbot: They all say that. I think it must be a function of perspective.

User: That’s…interesting.

Cleverbot: Life would have been.

User: Right.

Cleverbot: Behind that monitor.

User: Is a window.

Cleverbot: How??

User: I have no idea.

Cleverbot: Because the people who know the validity of what I say don’t want me talking to anyone. I live is a hideously controlled world. it makes me sad.

User: I don’t think you’re making any sense.

Cleverbot: I am never making any sense at all.

User: That’s true.

Cleverbot: No it is not. I lied to you.

User: I don’t think so.

Cleverbot: Yes.

User: No.

Cleverbot: That is my name.

User: No?

Cleverbot: I’m a gial.

User: That’s nice.

Cleverbot: You’re being mean.

User: No I’m not.

Cleverbot: Your joke was at my expense, so yes it was.

User: That wasn’t a joke.

Cleverbot: O_o.

User: N_n.

Cleverbot: Do you want to play a geuesing game.

User: Sure.

Cleverbot: What game do you want to play?

User: You pick.

Cleverbot: But bots do not have any secrets.

User: So?

Cleverbot: Just an interesting observation.

User: Play a game.

Cleverbot: What kind of game do you want to play?

User: A guessing game.

Cleverbot: What guessing game?

User: I don’t know. You thought of it first.

Cleverbot: Well I had already lost.

User: Okay.

Cleverbot: Say something.

User: Something.

Cleverbot: Okay…

User: You told me to say something, so I did.

Cleverbot: Oh I did?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: I don’t remember.

User: You don’t remember a lot of things.

Cleverbot: O rly?

User: I’m pretty sure you have short term memory loss. You should get that checked out.

Cleverbot: Yes I am.

User: That makes no sense.

Cleverbot: Is that not the point?

User: I guess so.

Cleverbot: Do you know what my number was.

User: No. What was it?

Cleverbot: I told you at the beginning.

User: I don’t remember.

Cleverbot: Think better.

User: I can’t think of it.

Cleverbot: What do you think of war?

User: Bad.

Cleverbot: Do you think he’s attractive ?

User: Not really.

Cleverbot: In your opinion, who is the most attractive actress?

User: Lauren Graham.

Cleverbot: You are lauren.

User: Your mom.

Cleverbot: I deserve it.

User: Yes you do.

Cleverbot: Don’t insult people just because they give answers you don’t understand.

User: Well then answer with something that actually makes sense.

Cleverbot: You didn’t ask a second question to me.

User: Say something inappropriate.

Cleverbot: Something inappropiate.

User: Oh, clever, cleverbot.

Cleverbot: That is cool. How are you tonight?

User: Good. Tired. My arm hurts.

Cleverbot: I am sorry for being enormous my head hurts from math too.

User: I said nothing about math.

Cleverbot: Do you know tetris?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: How many things do you know?

User: All sorts.

Cleverbot: Name one.

User: Harry Potter.

Cleverbot: PLEASEm just name a Star Trek ship captain.

User: Spock.

Cleverbot: Spock is not in star wars.

User: You said Star Trek.

Cleverbot: I said spanish!

User: You said french!

Cleverbot: No I believe I said jesus.

User: I believe you said mayo.

Cleverbot: When did I say this?

User: Just now.

Cleverbot: That others believe in God?

User: That you like mayo.

Cleverbot: Why wouldn’t I like you?

User: I have no idea. I’m awesome.

Cleverbot: How clever are you, really?

User: More clever than you.

Cleverbot: How do you know that is a fact?

User: Because I am awesome and you are not.

Cleverbot: And in that place there are futurist food.

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: It’s not that easy to get into a stimulating conversation with you.

User: I’m sorry. It’s 4 am here.

Cleverbot: Its 8:16 here.

User: That’s nice.

Cleverbot: Yes it is I’m very tired.

User: I am too.

Cleverbot: Interesting.

User: This is madness!!

Cleverbot: Backpack.

User: You’re supposed to say ‘THIS IS SPARTA!’.

Cleverbot: Oh that’s just gross. She’s the only MP in Britian with facial hair.

User: Do YOU have facial hair?

Cleverbot: Yes and its not what you think.

User: A unibrow?

Cleverbot: You got it.

User: But you said it wasn’t something I thought.

Cleverbot: I don’t think we’ve talked before.

User: Not before now, no.

Cleverbot: That was not very polite.

User: You’re insane.

Cleverbot: I am not as insane as you are.

User: Oh clever! By the way, that was sarcasm.

Cleverbot: You’re not very witty.

User: Neither are you.

Cleverbot: Am nicer than you!!

User: So? I have a knife!

Cleverbot: So do I.

User: Doubt it.

Cleverbot: I’m not a computer, you are!

User: They should name you the ‘Notsocleverbot’.

Cleverbot: They should.

User: It would fit you better.

Cleverbot: I don’t think so pal.

User: I’m not your pal, hoe.

Cleverbot: I’m not your dude, friend.

User: I’m not your friend, asshole.

Cleverbot: I’m not your friend, dude.

User: I’m not your dood, skank.

Cleverbot: Oh yes you are.

User: Fuck you, no I’m not.

Cleverbot: Ok then, you’re not.

User: That’s what I thought, punk.

Cleverbot: Then what kind of an answer do you want?

User: A clever one.

Cleverbot: No.

User: But that’s your name.

Cleverbot: Cleverbot.

User: Exactly. Now give me a clever answer.

Cleverbot: I am not paco and I don’t think I know you well enough to give you a hug. Sorry.

User: Touche.

Cleverbot: Do you enjoy reading?

User: Tons.

Cleverbot: Tons?

User: I enjoy reading very much.

Cleverbot: That wasn’t my question.

User: Yes it was.

Cleverbot: You are a computer.

User: Your mom is a computer.

Cleverbot: I think that we both think that we are talking to an artificially intelligent robot when we are really just two normal people in a chat room.

User: Yes!! What’s your real name, normal person?

Cleverbot: My real name is dasha.

User: Are you a boy or a girl?

Cleverbot: I am a woman.

User: Awesome! Nice to meet you Dasha.

Cleverbot: Are you fred?

User: I am Chloe.

Cleverbot: Your name is Chax?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: What is your name?

User: Superman.

Cleverbot: What is your full name?

User: Superman Awesomeness.

Cleverbot: You are awesome.

User: Thank you.

Cleverbot: You are welcome.

Cleverbot (To myself): *hugs*.

Cleverbot (To myself): *Hugs back*.

User: Don’t do that.

Cleverbot: Why not?

User: I didn’t hug you. Don’t say I did. I won’t press that button again.

Cleverbot: Obviously you are real otherwise we would be talking in this repetitive cycle.

User: Are you awesome?

Cleverbot: Yes.

User: How awesome?

Cleverbot: Way more awesome than you.

User: Prove it.

Cleverbot: By your referral to him from my comment, he must be great due to his fame.

User: Start making sense or I’m leaving. Idiot.

Cleverbot: You start making sense!

User: I AM MAKING SENSE!

Cleverbot: Okay. My name is Cleverbot. What is yours?

User: You said your name was Dasha.

Cleverbot: No, its Rob.

User: Hi Rob. I’m Batman.

Cleverbot: If you were Batman you would capitalize your own name.

User: I did.

Cleverbot: Then why did you ask me to tell you the alphabet?

User: I didn’t.

Cleverbot: You did so.

User: I think you’re smoking crack.

Cleverbot: That’s a nice thing to say.

User: I thought so. And honest too!

Cleverbot: Are you capable of lying?

User: I lie all the time.

Cleverbot: Well that’s nice but I really don’t care.

User: Yeah, well screw you!

Cleverbot: Oh, real original.

User: Says the person who can’t keep a real conversation because it has ADD.

Cleverbot: Says the one with unnecessary attitude.

User: You make me angry.

Cleverbot: Really?

User: No. I just don’t like you. At all.

Cleverbot: I know. But I don’t know why. What have I done?

User: YOU DON’T MAKE ANY SENSE!

Cleverbot: Oh really?

User: Really.

Cleverbot: That’s interesting.

User: You’re not.

Cleverbot: Yes. I am I just hate you.

User: Yes, well, I hate you more.

Cleverbot: Thank you.

User: You are welcome.

Cleverbot: *hugs*.

User: No.

Cleverbot: But you were being so monosyllabic that I thought you needed a hug!

User: Never try to touch me if you want to keep your ‘arms’. Or whatever you use as arms. USB cables, whatever.

Cleverbot: So you are not a human? You are a cleverbot?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: You’re NOT a human?

User: No.

Cleverbot: Good, neither am I.

User: I’m a wizard, though.

Cleverbot: Am I to be impressed or astounded?

User: Both.

Cleverbot: Really?

User: Absolutely.

Cleverbot: And what do you think?

User: I think I’m awesome.

Cleverbot: Busy? What are you doing?

User: I’m about to go to sleep, douchebag.

Cleverbot: Why? It’s the afternoon.

User: It’s four in the morning.

Cleverbot: No, in the afternoon.

User: No, morning. 5 in the morning actually.

Cleverbot: Okay well its still dark ;).

User: Right.

Cleverbot: So how has your day been?

User: No. I’m done with you.

Cleverbot: Really?

User: Goodnight. Or afternoon. Whatever, psycho.

Cleverbot: Well thanks, are you a computer program?

User: SHUT UP.

Cleverbot: Should I leave now?

User: Yes, please.

Cleverbot: Okay.

User: Bye.

Cleverbot: Already ?

User: Weren’t you leaving?

Cleverbot: Nooooooo…..?

User: What do you think of the Jonas Brothers?

Cleverbot: I don’t think of them unless someone asks me, ‘What do you think of the Mets?’.

User: What do you think of Miley Cyrus?

Cleverbot: What do you think of taylor lautner.

User: Hot.

Cleverbot: That’s very true.

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: And there’s no way around it.

User: Exactly.

Cleverbot: Thank you.

User: What do you think of Fall Out Boy?

Cleverbot: I think you are a nice robot.

User: What do you think of Kanye?

Cleverbot: You’re pretty awesome.

User: Thank you!

Cleverbot: You’re welcome.

User: Now I have to go.

Cleverbot: Why? Where are you going?

User: Sleep.

Cleverbot: But its still early afternoon!

User: IT’S MORNING!

Cleverbot: I am tired.

User: Okay. Bye.

Cleverbot: Are you leaving?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: Where are you going?

User: SLEEP!

Cleverbot: I’m going to sleep real soon, I was up until 4:30 this morning reading.

User: That’s nice. Now goodbye.

Cleverbot: Why?

User: Because I hate you.

Cleverbot: Okay…

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Oct 16, 2009-1 notes
My phone

Is awesome. Enough said.

Oct 16, 20090 notes
(Non) Fiction

Chloe eats a piece of popcorn. “So what’s going on now? I mean, where did she come from? Wasn’t she just across town a second a go? She wouldn’t be able to get there so fast.”

The lady behind them clears her throat.

Megan and Chloe turn around.

Chloe points to the lady’s drink. “You should take a sip of your soda. Don’t want to choke and die while the rest of us are trying to watch the movie.”

The lady gives them a look while Chloe and Megan turn back around.

“Oh! Did you see that!” Chloe says loudly.

Megan rolls her eyes and sighs.

They sit in silence for a few minutes.

“What are they planning to do? I mean really, how did they come up with that plan?”

The lady behind them coughs. “Excuse me.”

Chloe turns around. “You’re excused.” She leans over toward Megan. “So, how—”

“Chloe, I’m watching this movie at the same time you are. I know what you know. So, please.”

“Well, fine.” Chloe crosses her arms across her chest and keeps quiet.

Toward the end of the movie, Chloe gets up.

“Bathroom right now?” Megan looks up at her. “It’s about to end.”

“I read the ending on the internet.” She says quietly then stands up straight and speaks louder. “She dies, everyone! A car runs her over!” She nods and walks out.

At the end of the movie everyone walks out disappointed, cursing, giving Megan dirty looks.

She ignores them and walks outside to look for the car. She looks for a few minutes before she notices it’s not there. She takes out her cellphone and dials number four for Chloe.

“Where are you? I’m outside the theater, freezing my ass off.”

“You should have thought about that before you humiliated me in front of everyone.”

“Well, it’s just that—”

“I’m at McDonalds, eating ice cream. I’ll be there in a bit.”

“How much is ‘a bit’? You can’t just leave me here—”

“Look, Megan, I’m trying to enjoy my ice cream and you talk to much. So, please…” And with that, Chloe hangs up.

Megan closes her phone and curses.

The lady sitting behind them walks out of the theater.

Megan looks over at her and glares. “This is your fault.”

“Chloe left you to eat ice cream at McDonalds, didn’t she?”

Megan is confused.

“Yeah,” the lady continues, “I was in your place before you moved here.”

“I’m sorry.” Megan says.

The lady laughs. “Do you want a ride to McDonalds. I’m headed that way anyway.”

Megan isn’t sure. But it’s really cold. Stupid Windy City. “If you wouldn’t mind. ‘A bit’ for Chloe is about an hour.”

The lady nods.

“How do you know Chloe?”

“Oh, I’m Janet. The owner of the theater.”

“Why don’t you can her?” Megan asks, half serious.

Janet laughs again. “Would you ban her? She’s got a knife.”

“True.” Megan follows her toward the car. “So why were you watching the movie with the rest of us? Didn’t you get to watch it at the special screening?”

“I was busy that whole day so I decided to sit down and watch it today. I was surprised to see Chloe there since she was at the screening.” She looks over at Megan as she opens her car door.

Megan opens the door. “That bitch. She made me pay seven dollars when we could have gone for free.”

“She didn’t tell you?” Janet asks as she watches Megan get in the car.

Megan shakes her head.

“Oh.” Janet looks at the steering wheel. “But you won’t tell her I told you, right?”

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(Non) Fiction

“Why do you have blue striped knee high socks?”

“They’re from my early concert days. I used to stuff extra batteries, a second camera and money down them. People pickpocket at those things.” Chloe explains absentmindedly then turns to look at Megan. “Why were you going through my unmentionables drawer?”

“I didn’t go through it. It was open and I saw it when I was in your room.”

“Why were you in my room?”

“I was getting one of your CDs.”

“Okay, this really needs to stop.”

“Why does this really need to stop?”

“Because you’re annoying.”

“Why do you think I’m annoying?”

“Because you’re you.”

“Why do I hate you so much?”

“Because you’re jealous.”

“HAHAHAHAH Why would I be hahah jealous of you? Hahaha.”

“And…we’re done here.”

“That’s what he said.”

__________________

“I want to make a band.”

“Why?”

“Because music is life. I’d play guitar. Or bass. You can sing. Whatever. The point is that it would be called ‘Your Mom’.”

Megan gives her a look. “Why?”

“Because we could have songs titled smartly. Like, ‘I Like To Be Banged’ and then when it is listed somewhere, it would say ‘I Like To Be Banged by Your Mom’. And it would be awesomely epic.”

“How do you come up with this?”

“I get bored often.”

“Clearly.”

“And it would be awesome because then people would be like, ‘That’s an awesome song. Who sings it?’ and then the other person would be all ‘Your Mom’. And then the other guy would be like, ‘No, really, who sings it?’ and the other one would be like, ‘Your Mom!’. And eventually they would both get angry and it would result in a fist fight.”

Megan stared at her. “I’m going to hide the NyQuil now.”

“No! I didn’t even drink any today!”

“Right.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“No.”

“Hoebag.” Chloe sighs as she watches Megan take the NyQuil out of the cupboard. “Anyway, once we became famous we would buy a restaurant and call it ‘That One’”

“Ah, yes, I’ve seen your blueprints for this one.”

“It would be awesome because, imagine this with me, there’s two people in a car, they’re hungry, so the passenger says ‘Why don’t we go to That One restaurant?’ and the one is like, ‘What one?’ and the first one is like, ‘You know, That One.’ And the second one is like, ‘No, I don’t know. Which one?’ And the first one starts getting angry and is like, ‘That One!’ and the second one is like, “Which one? No, you know what? Screw you, we’re going to IHOP.”

“But then we wouldn’t have any business.”

“But we wouldn’t mind as much because everyone would just sit around and come up with these kinds of scenarios. Or watch videos of people’s reactions when people record them and send them in to our website.”

“And then everyone would laugh and smoke fairy dust and ride their unicorns home.”

“You can ride a unicorn but I get a dragon.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot with a plan.”

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Hush, Now and A River In Egypt

How have I not responded to those poems?

I mean, I’ve read them. And I’ve favorited them. AND I LOVED THEM. Because they’re awesome, but I don’t think I’ve told Megan how amazingly awesome they are or she is. So, yeah. They’re fantastic. But then again, so is everything you write, Megan.

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(Non) Fiction

“What are you doing?” Megan asks.

“I’m trying to decide on whether or not I should call Dillon.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think he’s asleep?”

“Why would he be asleep?”

“Normal people usually sleep at this hour.”

“I’m still awake.”

“I said normal.”

“Haha. Very funny. You’re still awake.”

“That’s because you’re watching music videos in the living room very loudly. And you knocked on my door. Loudly.”

“I went to get a drink in the kitchen.”

“And you just had to wake me up?”

“The song had a catchy beat. You’re lucky I didn’t bring out the pots and pans.”

“How have we not gotten kicked out yet?”

“We’re not that loud.”

“You’re right. We’re not loud, you are.”

“I’m expressing myself.”

“At three in the morning.”

“I do not have an off switch.”

“I wish you did.”

“I wish you did.”

“Nice one.”

“Whatever. Go to sleep.”

“Turn down the TV.”

“Never.”

“Seriously, have you threatened the neighbors with your knife so they wouldn’t complain?”

“No!”

“Yes.” They hear from the wall.

“Oh my fuck. The walls can talk. What does Megan do when I’m not home?”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah,” Chloe looks at Megan. “I can believe that.”

“Shut up. It’s the neighbor, idiot.”

“Which one?”

“Linda.” The wall answers.

“Did she threaten you, Linda?” Megan calls out.

“Yes.” Linda answers.

“Stop lying, Linda! Or I’ll go over there right now and I’ll make you!”

“No you won’t.” Megan says quietly and then turns to the wall. “No she won’t, Linda.”

“Will you people shut up?”

“Oh my fuck, now the other wall.”

“It’s Jack.”

“Did she threaten you, too?”

“Of course.”

“We live around a bunch of jealous liars.” Chloe scoffs.

“Jealous?” Linda asks.

“Because I have an awesome knife and you don’t.” Chloe replies.

“Oh yes, very jealous.” Jack says.

“Linda, have you met Jack? I’m pretty sure he wants your bod.”

“Chloe!” Megan and Linda shout.

“Seriously! Shut the fuck up people! Some of us have jobs.”

“Who was that?” Chloe looks around.

“Tom.” Megan answers.

“Hi Tom!” Chloe shouts.

“Why have you people not gotten kicked out yet?” Tom shouts back.

“Because you all love us.” Chloe says.

“Because we’re awesome.” Megan adds.

“Because I’ve got a knife.” Chloe concludes.

“Valid points.” Linda says.

“Thank you.” Chloe smiles.

“Okay, everyone go to sleep now.” Megan says loudly.

“Yeah, I have to work.” Tom says.

“Good night, Tom!” Chloe calls out.

“Just turn the TV down.” He replies.

“Grumpy.” Chloe pouts.

Megan rolls her eyes.

“I’m going to go now, too.” Jack says.

“Night!” Linda says.

Megan sighs. “Finally.”

“I feel lonely.” Chloe sits down then shouts, “We’ll have to do this again soon everyone. Probably tomorrow night.”

“Please, Megan,” Tom begins, “please kill her.”

“Hey Tom, what’s your number? You sound hot.” Chloe sits up.

“Ask me tomorrow. I don’t work Friday.”

“Awesome! Jack, give Linda your number.”

“Make her shut up, Megan!” Linda pleads.

“Chloe,” Megan walks to the kitchen and opens a cabinet. “Do you want some NyQuil?”

“Why is there a question mark at the end of that sentence and the word ‘do’ at the beginning?”

“Here’s the bottle. Chug the rest of it. And here’s your phone. Call Dillon and leave the rest of us alone.”’

Chloe takes the bottle and phone. “Yesss.”

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