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Ashlyn, patting Logan and Tyler on the backs:
Good job Gays!

Tyler, slightly nervous:
Didn't you mean gu-

Ashlyn:
Did I fucking stutter?

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Taylor:
Aiden,what's wrong?

Aiden, smiling:
Nothing! Hahaha, I'm always fine

Ben, through the phone:
Wrong, your smile is off my 20 degrees. Taylor, take him to therapy

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Logan:
I just don't know what the hell to do

Ben, through phone:
Calm down, there is no need for that kind of language

Ashlyn, snickering:
Yeah, Logan. What the fuck!

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Aiden:
Hey Ash, are you a painting?

Ashlyn:
.....no?

Aiden:
Cause I'd like to pin you against my wall

Ben, through phone:
Oh thank God, I thought you were going to say you wanted to hang her

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Aiden, getting down on one knee:
Ashlyn...

Ashlyn, not knowing how to act to this:
...yes?

Aiden:
Will you be the 'yeet' to my 'this bitch empty'?

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Mike, aka Ashlyn's dad:
Ashlyn is at that age where only one thing is on her mind

Emma, aka Ashlyn's mom:
Bo-

Ashlyn:
Homocide.

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Ashlyn, walking into the kitchen:
Is something on fire?

Aiden, leaning against a counter:
Only my burning desire for you~ ;)

Ashlyn:
Aiden, the fucking toASTER IS ON FIRE-

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The phantom that was there at Ashlyn's birth:
We made her better! We gave her ultimatum hearing

The whole ass group:
You fucked up a perfectly good cinnamon roll is what you did! Look at her, she got anxiety!

Ashlyn, staring at a wall:
If I ran fast enough into the wall, do you think it would kill me?

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Logan, at 3am:
Do you think carrots have feelings?

Tyler:
Nah

Taylor:
Unlikely

Ben, through phone:
Doesn't seem possible

Logan:
But, how do we know?

Aiden:
We know Ashlyn

Ashlyn, from under the covers:
Fuck you guys!

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Aiden:
I don't care who's at my funeral, as long as you're there

Ashlyn:
Of course I'll be there. The murder always shows up to throw off the cops

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Years later

Aiden:
Oooooo~ babe! You had a crush on me?? That's soo embarrassing!

Ashlyn:
Aiden....we are married

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Tyler, sarcastically:
Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?

Logan, pulling out a gun:
It's a gun actually

Tyler, softly:
This is why I love you..

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Taylor, making tea:
Hey, Aiden. Can you pass the sugar?

Aiden, pushing Ben towards her:
Here you go

Later at diner

Tyler:
Aiden, can you pass me the salt?

Aiden, pushing Ashlyn towards him:
Sure

Tyler, sighing:
Never mind...can you pass the pepper?

Aiden, now pushing Logan towards him:
THATS NOT WHAT I-..actually hand him over, I'll take him

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Aiden:
Hey Ashlyn~

Ashlyn:
Think twice before you talk to me this early

Aiden:
...it's 3 in the afternoon

Ashlyn:
THINK TWICE AIDEN!

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