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(Monday afternoon, INT: Overdrive Computers)
EB (checking computer): Fuck. Fuck shit damn. It's in a week.
LH: I cannot imagine why you thought that script was a good idea.
EB: FUCK SHIT DAMN I'M A BRIDESMAID.
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LH: I will graciously allow you the time off to attend.
EB: This isn't funny, Lily!
LH: I never said that it was.
EB: My father is getting hitched to Trophy Wife Barbie, and I gotta strap on pink tulle and pretend to be happy about it.
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LH: It's probably going to be a major hit to your inheritance.
EB: I don't care about the inheritance! I care about my Dad!
LH: The same dad whose Facebook posts you auto-like, whose emails and phone calls you evidently routinely ignore?
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EB: Exactly! Why can't he just text me like a normal person?
LH: Right, because that's the problem here - the communication protocol being used.
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