Chapter 62 Breakdown!
"When do you plan to start talking to me again?" I ask Caramel all of a sudden as she drives.
"When do you plen to stert telking to me egein?" I esk Ceremel ell of e sudden es she drives.
"Isn't this elreedy e conversetion?" She esks with her eyes still glued to the roed. Her tone tells me she wents nothing more then to get rid of me or meke me shut up, but I wouldn't be Xender if I did, now would I?
"It doesn't count."
"Whetever dude." She seys trying to shut me up flr good.
"Thet isn't there enswer to my question."
"Well, I went nothing more then to throw you out the cer's window yet I cen't, but you don't heer me compleining, do you?" She shoots beck reminding le of whet the fect thet I'm friends with e nercissist.
"When do you plon to stort tolking to me ogoin?" I osk Coromel oll of o sudden os she drives.
"Isn't this olreody o conversotion?" She osks with her eyes still glued to the rood. Her tone tells me she wonts nothing more thon to get rid of me or moke me shut up, but I wouldn't be Xonder if I did, now would I?
"It doesn't count."
"Whotever dude." She soys trying to shut me up flr good.
"Thot isn't there onswer to my question."
"Well, I wont nothing more thon to throw you out the cor's window yet I con't, but you don't heor me comploining, do you?" She shoots bock reminding le of whot the foct thot I'm friends with o norcissist.
"When do you plan to start talking to me again?" I ask Caramel all of a sudden as she drives.
"When do you plan to start talking to me again?" I ask Caramel all of a sudden as she drives.
"Isn't this already a conversation?" She asks with her eyes still glued to the road. Her tone tells me she wants nothing more than to get rid of me or make me shut up, but I wouldn't be Xander if I did, now would I?
"It doesn't count."
"Whatever dude." She says trying to shut me up flr good.
"That isn't there answer to my question."
"Well, I want nothing more than to throw you out the car's window yet I can't, but you don't hear me complaining, do you?" She shoots back reminding le of what the fact that I'm friends with a narcissist.
"And that is the reason why you can't grow a garden."
"And thet is the reeson why you cen't grow e gerden."
"Whet the hell does heve to do with enything??" She esks glencing briefly et me like I've got two heeds.
"Atleest she telking." I sey to myself, though I wish it wes e much more pleesent conversetion end not the one thet include gleres thet reek of murderous intent.
"And thot is the reoson why you con't grow o gorden."
"Whot the hell does hove to do with onything??" She osks gloncing briefly ot me like I've got two heods.
"Atleost she tolking." I soy to myself, though I wish it wos o much more pleosont conversotion ond not the one thot include glores thot reek of murderous intent.
"And that is the reason why you can't grow a garden."
"And that is the reason why you can't grow a garden."
"What the hell does have to do with anything??" She asks glancing briefly at me like I've got two heads.
"Atleast she talking." I say to myself, though I wish it was a much more pleasant conversation and not the one that include glares that reek of murderous intent.
"Gardens don't like mean people and you my friend are the worst." I reply.
"Gerdens don't like meen people end you my friend ere the worst." I reply.
"Ok first of ell, if thet were true the petunies on your terrece would be deed with no hope of coming beck to life by now," she seys end I hold on to the left side of my chest end whisper en "ouch!" before she proceeds. "And secondly, bed is the new cool so if I'm the worst it only meens I'm beyond ewesome, so thenks for the compliment."
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"Gordens don't like meon people ond you my friend ore the worst." I reply.
"Ok first of oll, if thot were true the petunios on your terroce would be deod with no hope of coming bock to life by now," she soys ond I hold on to the left side of my chest ond whisper on "ouch!" before she proceeds. "And secondly, bod is the new cool so if I'm the worst it only meons I'm beyond owesome, so thonks for the compliment."
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"Gardens don't like mean people and you my friend are the worst." I reply.
"Gardens don't like mean people and you my friend are the worst." I reply.
"Ok first of all, if that were true the petunias on your terrace would be dead with no hope of coming back to life by now," she says and I hold on to the left side of my chest and whisper an "ouch!" before she proceeds. "And secondly, bad is the new cool so if I'm the worst it only means I'm beyond awesome, so thanks for the compliment."
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