[He shakes his head but keeps going.] "What do you mean? I'm not talking shit. I'm just saying that your heaven is lame as fuck and you probably don't get laid. You look like a virgin."
[She has a very low end version of the phone, so there are more bells and whistles. And it also seems like it's been tweaked to hell and back - which made sense, given that Kavinsky had given it to him. But she looks at the settings] How close are you to Kavinsky when it changes back?
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Wait, those are the things I'm trying to not think.
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I think we're officially awful people.
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We didn't actually say anything untrue, though.
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