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when you're paranoid.

- Never mind.

Ten bucks says it's him.

- Yes, Eric.

- Hey, babe.

What do you want? Jesus,

what's with the attitude?

I just wanted to talk.

I've been thinking about you.

Is he drunk and weepy again?

A little bit.

- Who are you talking to?

- You with someone?

Don't get paranoid on me, Eric.

You're no fun

when you're paranoid.

So the other night with Eric?

Really? Are we gonna

go there again?

He was two years, you can't

convince me he never mattered.

I'm serious, though, hol.

Being alone

is just kinda shitty.

So, what, I'm just supposed

to forget everything he did?

Yes. Forget, forgive.

Move the f*** on already.

Just go back to the way

things were.

You know i can't do that.

To us.

Hey, Sam.

- Someone's popular.

- What?

We put it in the break room.

Okay...

Lucky, b*tch.

Spill. Who's the guy?

- Hey.

- Hey.

Listen, I'm so sorry for the

drunk dial the other night.

I mean, you know how it is.

Yeah, I do.

Listen, can I get you

a beer or something?

Eric, you have to stop

doing stuff like this.

Stuff like...

What now?

Come on. Roses? You know

they're my favorite.

I didn't know that.

Okay. Well,

now I just feel stupid.

- Well... just one beer.

- I should go.

It wasn't all bad, right?

We had some good times.

Yep.

So why don't we

give it another shot?

Are you really gonna

make me say her name?

This is so f***ing stupid.

I mean, we had something.

Had.

Eric, past tense.

I'm gonna get some air.

Nice night.

- Yeah.

- Yep.

- Not a smoker?

- Me? No.

That's good.

Don't ever start,

it's a terrible habit.

Okay, I won't.

Thanks.

- Have a nice night.

- You like the flowers?

You seemed like a red and

white roses kind of girl.

It was just a guess.

Oh, my god. You're that

guy from the restaurant.

Seth.

What are you, like,

following me or something?

What? No. Just...

Look, I'm not some psycho, okay?

You know me. We went

to school together.

What do you want?

I don't want anything.

I just want to talk to you.

When I saw you on the bus

the other day,

after all these years,

i felt something.

I know you did.

I can't just walk

away from that.

- I don't even know you.

- But you will.

- You can go, I just... can

I just talk to you? - No.

- Hey, hang on.

- Don't! Don't touch me.

Move!

Are you kidding me?

Just let me talk to you.

F*** you. F*** you!

- Just let me explain.

- What the f***?

- He tried to grab me.

- What? No.

Hey, that is not

true at all, man.

F*** off.

- Did he hurt you?

- I'm fine.

You think this is funny?

Eric, stop.

Stop it.

- Stop it.

- Laugh it up, dick head.

Let me handle this.

- Hey.

- Come on.

Get the f*** away from her.

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