"Ice cream cravings are not to be taken lightly." – Betsy Cañas Garmon
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"Tell me about yourself."
"Not so much as a hello, I see."
"Hello. Tell me about yourself."
"I'm an only child."
"Aw, you lucky asshole!"
"Nah, being an only child sucks. No friends, you know?"
"What do you mean? You have Alex."
"Well, sure, but I've only had him for around a year or so."
"So, before that–"
"I was basically a loner."
"I never thought I would feel sympathy for you, but that's super depressing."
"It's fine, totally perfecto. I'm over it. Besides, I have Alex and Erin now!"
"What am I, invisible?"
"Huh?"
"Aren't I your friend?"
"I– Uhh– Well–"
"You know, I was a super spoilt brat when I was younger."
"Um, I don't know if we're– wait, did you just say you were a spoilt brat? You of all people? Intelligent and witty Sushi-san? How could this be?"
"Well, I was obsessed with everything pink with a huge price tag attached."
"I'm glad you've upgraded from that."
"Where's my ice cream?"
"You order it every day, you fatty!"
"Most girls would be offended by that, but I'll take it as a compliment."
"It'll be there in twenty minutes."
"It better."
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